It's an on-stage competition

"Miss," a voice called to Bria as soon as she was past the entrance.

Bria turned to spot a guy in his late twenties or early thirties eying her. He'd obviously been ogling her but it was so commonplace in her life that it just made her assume her best posture as she turned towards him. "Yes?"

As if to explain why a plain nobody like him would be speaking to a stunner like her he held out a clipboard. "I have some paperwork you'll need to fill out for the competition."

Paperwork, she thought with an internal sigh. She hated paperwork. "Where do I sign," she asked, resignation clear in her voice.

The man could help but let a small smirk show at her clear distaste. "I can mark all the places if you don't want to read it?"

Bria nodded, looking around a little as he marked off various places. She wasn't yet at the backstage where the other competitors would be, and didn't really see anything to give her a clue as to what kind of competition she was entering.

"Sign where I marked," the man said, bringing her attention back to him. His eyes, in turn, were fastened on her ample chest. Naturally.

The clipboard he held out had a small number of pages on it, each one with an arrow sticky marking places for her to sign. Bria filled it out quickly, not bothering with what was bound to be standard legalese releasing them from responsibility for this and that. Just catching a stray word made her eyelids feel heavy.

'So what kind of competition is this?" she asked as she handed the fully signed forms back.

The guy blinked in surprise and opened his mouth to respond. "It's..."