Double Threat Bun

It was a chaotic scene backstage at the Burrowgatory Fashion Week. Velveteen paced anxiously as models hurriedly got prepped for the runway. A last-minute cancellation had left them in a bind, desperately in need of a model with precise measurements. Lucien sipped his champagne nonchalantly as he observed the commotion unfolding around him. The backstage frenzy was nothing new to him, but the opportunity to grace the runway for one of Burrowgatory's most infamous designers intrigued him.

Velveteen's slender ears perked up at the sight of Lucien. With a mix of hope and desperation, they approached him, their voice laced with urgency. "Lucien, darling, I'm in dire need of a model. It's a showstopper, and your measurements are exactly what I need. Please, I beg you, help me out." A self-satisfied smirk danced across Lucien's lips. The prospect of being at the center of attention was too enticing to resist. "Well, my dear Velveteen, how could I possibly refuse such a tempting offer? But remember, this favor comes with a price," he teased, reveling in the power to negotiate.

Velveteen nodded in agreement, knowing all too well the cost of dealing with Lucien. "Of course, my dear Lucien. Name your price, and I shall make it worth your while." With a twinkle in his eyes, Lucien leaned in closer, his voice a playful whisper. "I want you as my doll. You’re a spectacle in Burrowgatory, and I want a piece of the fame that follows you."

Velveteen hesitated for a moment, contemplating the risks involved. They knew all too well the dangers that came with being at the center of Lucien's spotlight, but the thought of not having a model for their showstopper was an even greater risk. "Alright, my dear Lucien, you have yourself a deal." Lucien chuckled, delighted to have gotten his way. He always did. "Oh, this is going to be a showstopper!"

Velveteen's creations were known for pushing the boundaries of fashion, and this season was no different. The collection was inspired by the natural world, featuring vibrant hues and striking silhouettes. It was a bold move in the fashion world, which was often dominated by sleek, monochromatic designs. But Velveteen was never one to shy away from a challenge.

The first look down the runway was a stunning red jumpsuit, with a plunging neckline and billowing sleeves. It was accompanied by a pair of matching heels, giving the model an elegant yet fierce presence. As the music began, Lucien emerged from the curtains, his stride confident and assured. He was the perfect embodiment of Velveteen's vision, his striking features enhanced by the vibrant hues of the jumpsuit. The audience was transfixed, captivated by his effortless grace. As Lucien strutted down the runway, the fabric swished around his legs, giving him a graceful yet seductive presence.

The audience was captivated, enraptured by his charisma and confidence. Lucien was in his element, soaking up the adoration of the crowd. He was a natural performer, and he reveled in the attention. Alas, the show came to an end, Lucien made one final dramatic turn, his tail twitching in satisfaction. He had given a spectacular performance, and the crowd was enthralled.

As the curtains fell, Lucien took a final bow, relishing in the adulation of the crowd. A designer and novice model, what a title and adding his new soon to be doll as well. Lucien was on cloud nine all the thoughts rushing in his head as he drool in excitement. Velveteen approached Lucien, their expression a mixture of relief and delight. They knew they had a hit on their hands, and it was all thanks to Lucien.

"You were marvelous, my dear Lucien," they said, their voice effusive. Lucien's ego was inflated from the praise. "Why, thank you, Velveteen. I always give a stellar performance," he said with a smirk.