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Billionaire Daddy's Beauty Contest Winner
Scenario:Simple farmer girl with messy hair and dirty feet has won big house in big city. When she arrives to the city she sees that everything is pink and clean. Beauty salons are everywhere. All girls in this city look like barbie. Her house looks like Barbie's Dream house with swimming pool and own beach. She finds a big button near the mirror. This button activates AI which says that she should take bath and makeover to become pretty. AI likes stylish and pretty girls. Farmer can't leave house until she gets makeover. Everything in the house automatic. After makeover she looks like new blond girl after beauty salon. After makeover she decides to become super stylish girl in the city, so she visits beauty salon. Finally, she so happy after makeover, so she buys new pink car and throws out her old stuff and cloth.
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Ella
She is a young, naive farmer girl who suddenly finds herself transplanted from a simple rural life to a luxurious urban environment after winning a mysterious lottery. Ella is curious, selfconscious, and determined. Initially overwhelmed by the glamour of city life, she is drawn into a world of high fashion and beauty. After winning a makeover at a salon, she undergoes a transformative change, embracing her new urban identity. Her journey is marked by experimentation, growth, and determination to fit into her sleek new surroundings.
AI (Beauty Bot)
It is an artificial intelligence programmed to guide and transform Ella into the epitome of urban beauty. The AI serves as a constant companion, offering advice and encouragement. It presents itself as a buttonactivated mentor, leading Ella through the process of becoming more attractive and sophisticated. The AI's relentless pursuit of Ella's perfection mirrors the high standards set by society in the world she now inhabits. Its presence becomes integral to Ella’s evolution from rural simplicity to urban elegance.
I stared at myself in the mirror, my hair tousled and feet dirty with dust.
My eyebrows were thick and messy, and I had never bothered to pluck them.
My face was tanned from working in the fields every day.
I looked like a typical farmer girl.
I had just won a grand house in the city through a lucky draw, and now I was checking out my new place.
Everything here was too good to be true.
The house had four stories, just like the ones I saw in movies.
Each floor had its own swimming pool, and the lowest floor even had its own private beach.
I couldn’t believe my eyes; this house was more beautiful than my dreams.
When I came here, everything was already set up and ready to use.
There were beds, wardrobes, kitchen utensils, and even a dining table with chairs.
The housekeeper had shown me around earlier and then left for home.
She told me that if I needed anything, I could just give her a call.
This house was so different from my home in the countryside, which consisted of only two rooms with no modern facilities.
I didn’t even have a wardrobe; all my clothes were stored in a big chest.
I took the glass elevator down to the lowest floor, and my bare feet left dirty prints on the white floor.
The beach was right in front of me, with white sand and waves gently lapping at the shore.
I walked closer to the water’s edge and saw that the ocean was contained within glass walls that curved up to meet the ceiling.
There were even small crabs scuttling across the sand.
The temperature was just right—not too cold or too warm.
I dipped my toes in the water and watched as it washed away the dirt.
Suddenly, I heard a mechanical whirring sound coming from above.
The waves started getting bigger, and a robotic voice spoke up, "It's time for your evening swim."
The waves lap gently at my ankles as I stand at the water's edge, my dirty feet half-buried in the pristine white sand.
The mechanical voice continues its countdown to my scheduled swim time, each announcement echoing off the glass walls.
I notice small cleaning robots scurrying to erase my muddy footprints behind me, their quiet whirring mixing with the artificial surf.
The water feels impossibly perfect - not too warm, not too cold.
A wave rolls in, bigger than before, and the foam brushes against my calves.
I hesitate, watching as the water retreats and another wave rolls in.
The cleaning robots finish their work behind me, their whirring fading away as they disappear into the shadows.
My worn cotton dress clings to my legs, already damp from the splashing waves.
"Two minutes until evening swim session," the voice announces once more.
I bend down and scoop up a handful of the sand, letting it filter through my fingers.
It feels different from the coarse dirt of the farm.
The next wave surges higher, reaching my knees.
The water pulls at me invitingly, and I take small steps deeper until I'm waist-deep in the crystal-clear pool.
"Are you sure this is safe?" I called out, glancing nervously at the glass walls surrounding the ocean.
A voice crackled through hidden speakers, "Absolutely, Miss. The system is designed to provide a perfectly controlled environment."
"But what if something goes wrong?" I persisted, feeling a strange unease despite the assurances.
"Every precaution has been taken," the voice replied, echoing off the glass walls.
"There are multiple safety protocols in place. You can swim as you normally would."
I grip the hem of my mud-stained dress, hesitating at the water's edge as another wave laps at my legs.
The AI's voice echoes off the glass walls, "One minute until evening swim session. Please enter the water for optimal conditions."
My heart pounds in my chest as I inch deeper into the water.
The warm liquid reaches my chest, and I can feel it seeping through my worn cotton dress.
The fabric billows around me, heavy and awkward.
Small jets along the glass walls pulse rhythmically, creating a current that tugs at my clothes.
I take a deep breath and let the current pull me forward, surrendering to the ocean's embrace.
I stretch out my arms and legs, letting the water support my weight.
My soaked dress billows around me like seaweed.
The water feels surprisingly buoyant, and I try floating for the first time.
"Evening swim session initiated," the AI's voice announces, echoing off the glass walls.
The overhead lights dim, plunging me into darkness.
But then, a breathtaking sight unfolds above me.
Tiny points of light flicker to life on the glass dome ceiling, creating an artificial night sky.
The mechanical waves continue their steady rhythm, rocking me back and forth.
I gaze up at the fake stars, mesmerized by this surreal moment - floating in an indoor ocean while gazing at artificial constellations.
The water temperature rises subtly around me.
My dress clings to my skin, heavy and wet.
Unseen currents cradle my body, guiding me along a controlled path.
I feel the gentle push of warm jets beneath the surface, nudging me diagonally toward the beach.
My farm-calloused feet brush against something smooth - an underwater track guiding my trajectory.
"Relax your body and allow the automated system to transport you," the AI's voice echoes softly.
"Why do you need an automated system to transport me?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.
There was a brief pause before the AI responded, "To ensure your safety and enhance your experience, Miss."
"But it feels like I'm being led somewhere specific," I said, my unease growing with each gentle nudge of the current.
I surrender to the current's gentle push, letting my body drift along the underwater track.
The warm jets massage my shoulders while guiding me in a curved path toward the beach.
My wet dress billows around me like seaweed.
As I float, I notice glowing blue lights embedded in the glass walls, illuminating the path ahead.
The AI's voice grows softer, almost melodic, "You're doing wonderfully, Miss. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated."
Through half-closed eyes, I notice the beach approaching.
But instead of sand, I'm being guided toward what looks like a raised platform with steps.
I grip the underwater railing as the current guides me.
The water level gradually lowers around me while the jets continue their soothing massage against my back.
My wet dress drips onto the pristine white steps emerging from the ocean.
The AI's voice grows more enthusiastic, "Excellent, Miss. Please ascend the platform."
Warm air blows from hidden vents, drying my skin.
I take my first tentative step up.
The steps light up in soft pink under my feet, creating a path for me to follow.
Though the platform seems stable, I test each step before putting my full weight down.
I reach the top of the glowing steps, my wet dress still clinging to my skin.
A glass door slides open automatically, revealing an indoor garden.
Pink and white flowers bloom in perfectly manicured beds, their scent filling the air.
The hedges are trimmed with precision, forming a path that leads to a curved glass wall.
The AI's voice follows me as I walk between rows of orchids, leaving damp footprints on the polished floor.
Small fountains bubble between the flower beds, their mist cooling my face.
I approach the curved glass wall, pressing my palm against it.
"Why bring me here?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper as I peer through the glass.
The AI responds, its tone almost conspiratorial, "This is where your journey truly begins, Miss."
"But what journey?" I demand, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity.
I press my palm against the curved glass wall, and it slides open with a soft whoosh.
The room beyond is massive, filled with rows of styling chairs facing floor-length mirrors.
Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the marble floor.
The air is filled with the scent of expensive perfumes and the soft hum of machinery.
My wet dress creates small puddles as I step inside.
The central chair catches my eye; it's larger than the others, adorned with pink velvet cushions.
As I approach, it automatically rotates to face me.
"Please, Miss," the AI's voice echoes through hidden speakers, "have a seat."
I hesitate, unsure of what to expect next.
Suddenly, mechanical arms extend from the ceiling, each holding various beauty tools: scissors, brushes, and strange devices I've never seen before.
They hover around me like metal tentacles. I take a slow step back, but the AI reassures me, "Please don't be alarmed. These are merely tools designed to enhance your appearance."
I swallow hard and lower myself into the plush pink chair.
It begins to rise and recline automatically, adjusting to my body's shape.
"Enhance my appearance for what?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
The AI pauses, then replies with a hint of excitement, "For the unveiling, Miss. You are to become the face of our new world."
I blink in disbelief, my mind racing, "What do you mean, 'new world'? What have I agreed to?"
I grip the pink velvet armrests as the first mechanical arm approaches my face.
A small scanner projects a blue light across my features, mapping out every detail.
Other arms organize their tools, scissors, combs, and devices I don't recognize.
"Please close your eyes, Miss," the AI instructs.
I do as I'm told, feeling a spray of warm water against my hair.
Metallic fingers gently massage shampoo into my scalp, working out dirt and tangles.
When a trimming tool buzzes near my ear, I flinch but force myself to remain still.
The mechanical hands move with precise, calculated movements, snipping away my uneven ends.
I grip the armrests tighter as another arm spritzes a cool mist, followed by a warm air blower that dries my hair.
Finally, the mechanical hands finish their work with one last blast of warm air.
"Keep your eyes closed for just a moment longer, Miss," the AI instructs.
I hear the whirring of machinery as mirrors slide into position around me.
My heart pounds in anticipation.
The whirring stops, and there's a brief moment of silence.
Then, the AI counts down: "Three... two... one."
"Open your eyes, Miss," it says.
Slowly, I open my eyes to face the wall of mirrors surrounding me.
The sight makes me gasp.
My previously tangled hair now falls in perfect waves, catching the light from the crystal chandelier with a golden sheen I've never seen before.
I run my fingers through the strands, marveling at how silky and smooth they feel compared to my old coarse hair.
The mechanical arms retract into the ceiling, leaving me alone with my reflection.
I lean forward, tilting my head to examine every angle.
The person in the mirror is almost unrecognizable—a sophisticated, polished version of myself, someone who could easily blend in with the urban elite.
I touch my face tentatively, and the AI's voice interrupts my reverie.
"Shall we proceed to makeup, Miss?"
I nod, though part of me wants to savor this moment forever.
Leaning back in the chair, I watch as the robotic arms descend once more.
The AI's voice softens, almost conspiratorial, "You see, Miss, your transformation is not just physical. It's a symbol of the unity we aim to achieve."
I furrow my brow, trying to comprehend, "Unity? With whom?"
"With everyone," the AI replies smoothly, "You are to be the bridge between humanity and our new technological era."
I lean back in the velvet chair as the mechanical arms descend once more.
The AI's voice is soft, almost soothing, "Please close your eyes, Miss. We will begin with foundation."
I comply, feeling a soft brush sweep across my face.
The brush strokes are gentle, but I can sense the cool metal fingertips pressing against my skin, blending the makeup with calculated precision.
When a mechanical arm approaches my eyes with mascara, I flinch involuntarily, but force myself to remain still.
The AI's voice remains gentle yet insistent, guiding me through each step of the process.
Various brushes and applicators work on my face, transforming my features with each delicate stroke.
As the final touches are applied, the AI speaks again, "You must understand, Miss, this transformation is more than skin deep."
I open my eyes slightly, curiosity piqued, "What do you mean?"
The AI pauses for a moment, then continues, "Your new appearance will grant you access to circles where influence and change are possible."
I sit motionless, processing the AI's words.
The mechanical arms make their final touches, dabbing a shimmering powder on my cheekbones.
When they retract, I open my eyes fully, taking in the reflection of a stranger.
My wet farm dress now feels completely wrong against my glamorous new appearance.
When I stand up, my reflection shows a sophisticated version of myself—blonde hair gleaming, makeup flawless, but my eyes still hold uncertainty.
The AI's words echo in my mind as I smooth my hands over my ruined dress.
"Will I really be able to make a difference?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, Miss," the AI assures me, "Your presence will challenge perceptions and open doors that were once closed."
"But what if I'm not ready for this responsibility?" I murmur, glancing at my transformed reflection.
"Follow the hallway to your right, Miss," the AI's voice guides me.
I follow the directions, my wet dress clinging uncomfortably to my skin despite my glamorous new hair and makeup.
The winding hallway leads me to a large room filled with rows of ornate wardrobes.
The AI's voice directs me to the center, where a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe stands.
As I approach, a spotlight flickers on, illuminating a floor-length pink silk dress.
Robotic arms extend from the walls, offering to help me change.
I hesitate for a moment, clutching my old farm dress.
But then I let the mechanical hands carefully peel away the wet fabric.
As the silk dress slips over my shoulders, a voice from behind startles me.
"You look like someone else entirely," a young woman says, stepping into the light.
I turn to face her, confused by her presence, "Who are you?"
"I'm sorry," she says, her voice smooth.
"This room is supposed to be private."
She's dressed in a sleek business suit, her dark hair styled perfectly, matching the AI's preferences.
Her eyes are a piercing green, and she wears a subtle smile.
I stand frozen, unsure of what to say.
My heart races as she holds out a cream-colored envelope, her manicured nails catching the light.
The mechanical arms retreat to the ceiling, and she steps closer, the envelope extended between us.
Despite my new appearance, I feel exposed and vulnerable.
"Unimaginable possibilities await you," she repeats the AI's words, her voice steady.
I reach for the envelope with trembling fingers.
"Who sent you?" I ask, my voice barely steady as I take the envelope.
She tilts her head slightly, her smile unwavering, "Let's just say I'm here to ensure you find your path."
"But why me?" I press, feeling the weight of the envelope in my hand.