A Present Reminder

An eternity after I stumbled myself into the world's most taxing alternative to Tinder, the game, and the event, was finally over. 

They cut the music, they tinkled the bell, and Felicia seated right across, batted her long, thick eyelashes lasciviously for the last time. Chester gave her a small parting smile before he rose to his feet, and the creamy brown of her cheeks flushed faintly to an adorable pink. 

"Gentleman, gentleman!" the elf-lady's voice filled the blended ambiance of trepidation in the air. "The time for debauchery and sleaziness is over! To your places! C'mon, sort yourself into order! Game's over! Good job, everybody! Now, just kindly give me and the judges' a couple of minutes to tally up your points before we announce your scores, in the meantime… try not to let your heads swell too big now, alright?"