The Semi-Final 2 Press Conference

Eden stood there outside the press room, completely mortified by what had happened to het that night. She’d just wanted to represent her country, but all she’d done was make a fool of herself and her performance. But somehow, the voting audience had voted to send her through to the grand final on Saturday, probably in the hope that something similar will happen. Since her outfit was most likely still in the hands of the Norweigan entry, Eden had been **** to cover herself with whatever she had to hand, eventually settling on wrapping her country’s flag around her body. The fabric wasn’t very thick, meaning that everyone could still faintly see what was underneath. The qualified artists entered the press room to applause, but all their eyes was on a scantily-clad and visibly blushing Eden as she took her seat at the desk.

Several of the other artists kept glancing over at her throughout the conference, most of them chatting amongst themselves and giggling. Eden just wanted to get through this as best she could, praying for this nightmare to be over soon. Her long hair was draped over her chest to offer her as much coverage as possible.

After the event, the Greek entry, Marina Satti, approached Eden with a smirk. “Wow, and I thought the getup of Windows95Man was revealing” she remarked, a teasing look on her face. Marina was glancing her up and down the whole time. “But seriously, we have no idea how you got through, but next time, try not to make a fool of yourself.” Marina laughed audibly and walked away to rejoin the members of her delegation.