"Are you ready to choose one of these five men, Melanie?"
"Yes, I am. The winner is... Tom."
Shy 25 year-old Tom couldn't resist a grin as Melanie called out his name. He padded over, still naked, to her as she reached out to embrace him. Slowly, lovingly, they kissed each other full on the lips, Melanie's tongue exploring every crevice in of the young man's mouth. The four frozen males on stage could only watch in disappointment as Tom's member rose and pushed itself into the folds of Melanie's clothing.
Tom closed his eyes as he gave himself in to the erotic feelings washing over his body. Only Stephan and the old lady saw his eyes open again and go wide with fear as Melanie probed yet deeper into his throat. Her tongue extended like a lizard, darting into Tom's windpipe, reaching up for the roof of his mouth and penetrating the tube which linked his nose to his ears. She grasped his erection and sqeezed it tight as the gaze from her eyes burnt into his face. In an instant, all the skin on Tom's body changed from pale pink flesh to grey, the ruddy freckles on his fair skin vanishing in a sea of monochrome. Stephan stepped up to prevent the new statue of Tom from falling down and smashing on the wooden stage.
A hush had fallen over the crowd. They had known that the winner would spend the rest of his life with Melanie, but surely... not like this? A lone voice piped up.
"Hey, witchy woman, you're not playing fair. That kid should have got the top prize, not turned into some stone freak." The man had clearly had too much to drink, but even he realised that he had just made a terrible mistake. As Madame Illusia glared at him, his body suddenly shot straight up into the air, shed all its clothing, and then fell down onto the stage beneath him.