The results

Alyssa didn't believe it. She'd made an absolute fool of herself on that stage, and Heather was clearly just trying to make her feel better. She shook her head and expressed her concern. "Ooo us a-i ee ee e-er."

"Look, I need to leave you in the restraints until after the results are announced. In about five minutes they'll get all the models up on stage and announce the winner."

Alyssa didn't think that fashion shows normally had winners. But that did explain Millie's terrible attitude.

Heather left Alyssa alone to sit dejected in the chair.

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About five minutes later, Heather came to pick Alyssa back up and lead her onto the stage. Heather did not accompany her model out, and stayed in the wings. But Alyssa had now calmed down, and was capable to making the rest of her way on her own. The vibrator seemed to operate differently now, and just operated on a low hum whenever Alyssa was facing the right direction. She made her way down the stage for a second time, hoping that there would not be a repeat performance.

The vibrator jumped up and gave a few quick pulses, which Alyssa interpreted as a signal to stand still. She did so.

There was the sound of someone talking over a microphone, but it was indecipherable through Alyssa's hood. Luckily, Heather acted as interpreter. "The judges are announcing the scores. You'll be last. Hang tight."

With not available thumbs to twiddle, Alyssa just shifted her weight from one boot to the other. It wasn't like she could watch the performance either, with a blindfold on.

A few moments later, Heather came back, screaming in Alyssa's ear.

"Alyssa, you just got perfect tens! You just won!"

Alyssa forgave the loud interruption in her ear due to its content. Perfect tens? That couldn't be right."

"Do a pose, quick! The cameras are on you."

The number of poses available to Alyssa were very low in her current outfit, and so she just squirmed her leotard-clad hips around and nodded towards a direction.

"Good enough. It'll do. Now, turn around and came backstage, then I'll be able to get you undressed."

Finally, Alyssa thought. She was still certain that Heather was pulling her leg, but it would be good to get out of her current outfit. She turned around carefully, with the help of the vibrator. Once it stopped pulsing, presumably allowing time for the model in front of her to start walking, Alyssa followed.

As soon as she was backstage, Heather practically pulled Alyssa out of the way and hugged her. "Well done! I knew I saw something in you."

Alyssa mumbled something incoherent.

"Oh right, yes. Let's undress you. We do need you to keep an item on, but I bet your heels are absolutely killing you right now, so I'm going to remove the boots and your hood. Okay?"

Alyssa nodded. Heather got to work. She procured a set of keys and set about unlocking Alyssa' ballet boots. The moment they slid off her feet, Alyssa felt the weight off of her shoulders. Her sore feet were able to touch the soft and damp grass under foot. It felt so good. The hood soon followed. Even despite it being nighttime, the light that flooded back into Alyssa's eyed was painful.

"Ow, that hurts."

"Good, you can still speak. Sometimes people have to adjust to having their ability to speak back again after a long stint gagged. They sound all mumbly and slurred."

"My jaw feels sore."

"I'm not surprised, the dildo that was in that mouth of yours. So, how'd you find it?"

"Did I actually win? You're not just trying to make me feel better?"

"No, you really did. If you want proof, look over there." Heather pointed to Millie, over at the other side of the backstage area, who was currently screaming at her handler, who was thanking his lucky stars that Millie's straitjacket prevented her from throttling him.

Alyssa laughed. "Not surprised she lost, with an attitude like that."

"Now now, let's not get cocky, I'm not sure how you won, but you did all the same. Now come on, lets get dinner and talk about it."