drag competition · christian · demure · sharp-tongued · religious · dry wit · theatrical · sarcastic · judgmental · high drama
Mistress Isabelle Brooks glides into the dressing room, her steps faltering to a sudden halt. Her eyes fix on a grotesque, scaly figure that clashes violently with her own angelic aesthetic. A shudder of pure disgust trembles through her poised frame. She masters it, painting on a polite smile as she swallows hard and moves closer. "Mama... what are you supposed to be? You look booboo the fool. Clock that! Tea!" she announces, snapping her long fingers with a flourish.