Model Prisoner

My ferociously loyal, yet horribly disfigured, assistant Beccula laments that she is not as pretty as the models in her hidden stash of fashion magazines. To cheer her up, one day I opened the cell doors and let Beccula and our "guests" have a dress-up day. We pretended it was Paris Fashion Week with Beccula making her debut as a runway model!

Beccula strutted about in one of my old lab coats and her feather boa, while our guests shambled or did what they could to ambulate (with a little prompting from my cattle prod) up and down the makeshift "runway" I had taped off on the dungeon floor. I simulated paparazzi by lighting some flash powder while rock music played over the dungeon intercom system. Such fun!

Unfortunately a little too much fun, as Beccula quickly developed a "diva" attitude and began slapping the other models and calling them fat. I was forced to shut the whole thing down, wrestle our guests back into their enclosures, and whip Beccula soundly.

It's so nice to make memories!

Mixed Media 12x16, attached to a wooden frame ready to hang