“Whaa… what?” The sissy asked. “What does that mean?”
“Congratulations, gurl” the white queen said as they stepped into the last row. A group of stage hands raced out and grabbed them, pulling a large, portable tent out and rushing them inside.
After a few minutes they were back out on the board, now wearing a giant pink poofy gown and a crown.
The black king got a little hard seeing the sissy queen, but was wondering now if it was less incompetence and more the two controllers were working together to put on a show.
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