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And so, the day of the challenge round arrived.

Chloe Bishop dug out her old dance costume from the bottom of her chest, had the servants dry-clean and press it. When she put it on, it fit perfectly—hugging every line of her figure flawlessly.

She stood before the mirror. The reflection staring back no longer had the youthful innocence of her sixteen-year-old self. Her body was fuller now