The inner beauty was on display, he saw, as he stared over the ballroom at the latest crop of young hopefuls. Their scores danced above their heads: deportment, intelligence, grades, extracurricular activities, outside interests, musical compositions, links to their compositions, their writing, their yearnings for their mates. He sighed. He'd seen every ambition expressed before, seen every odd and interesting talent expressly selected to make the person stand out above the rest. He'd even been briefly enthralled by a hammer dulcimer player, until he saw her staring with hatred at the instrument when he'd surprised her at her practice. He could never see her in the same light--
Inspiration: Hmm, what was it? I was reading something about displaying inner beauty, I think.
Story Potential: High, at least as a gimmick.
Notes: I kind of like the idea of this, though as a set-up for what, I'm not entirely certain. Starts with him being intrigued by a girl who puts up nothing, or as little as possible, but is the start to romance, intrigue, or horror? Or all three?
Inspiration: Hmm, what was it? I was reading something about displaying inner beauty, I think.
Story Potential: High, at least as a gimmick.
Notes: I kind of like the idea of this, though as a set-up for what, I'm not entirely certain. Starts with him being intrigued by a girl who puts up nothing, or as little as possible, but is the start to romance, intrigue, or horror? Or all three?