"Ladies, I would like to congratulate all of you for being able to be the chosen one hundred participants to continue with the Selection. We received almost ten thousand participants overall and only one hundred are lucky enough to continue."
Queen Dayanah Ylliezaveth rose from her seat. On her head she proudly wore the hundred year old crown—the symbol of her power and authority. She stood straight, raised her chin defiantly, and clasped her fingers in her front in an epitome of elegance.
In front of her, sitting on the seats in silence are the chosen one hundred ladies who are lucky enough to be on the top one hundred and fight for the chance to win the crown. The should know how lucky they are since only a few of them was chosen.
"Be proud to be sitting on that seat because it means that you have a huge chance to become the person who would be sitting right here in this throne and wear this crown with pride."