Victoria's Secret Angels [Western Crossover/Showbiz]

[Upcoming story: [American Entertainment] Hollywood’s Top-Tier Star. Don’t miss this if you like American entertainment stories!] Our goal: turn the whole world gay and look hotter than ever! Billionaires, actors, and athletes usually share one hobby: dating models. Think New York’s richest man, Gotham’s richest man, Leonardo, and Cristiano Ronaldo. They say the Victoria’s Secret Angels they’ve slept with could fill an entire runway, and supermodels are theirs for the asking. Well, except for that Elvira Green. -A little scene- New York’s richest man: I hear you’re wearing the Fantasy Bra at the Victoria’s Secret show? Elvira: Yes. Why? New York’s richest man: A million-dollar bra, huh? If Stark Industries sponsored it, it’d be worth ten million. Gotham’s richest man: If Wayne Enterprises funded it, a hundred-million-dollar bra wouldn’t be a problem. Some prince: Hmph. Then I’ll sponsor a vibranium bra. Elvira: ... Content warnings: - Dating doesn’t necessarily lead to marriage. The endgame pairing is set: Cristiano Ronaldo. - Please don’t get hung up on whether the heroine is a virgin. I never said she had to save her virginity for the hero. I’m leaving her exes unwritten to leave some room for imagination. You can decide for yourself whether she’s a virgin or not. I’m not a purist; I’m just trying to accommodate as many readers as possible. Thanks. Completed story in the same genre: Supermodels Have It Tough [Marvel/DC and American Entertainment] Upcoming story in the same genre: [American Entertainment] Hollywood’s Top-Tier Star Blurb: Sophia Michelle began her career as a child star in the 1940s. She became famous at fifteen and was hailed as “the next Vivien Leigh.” But “Little Vivien Leigh” didn’t grow into the beautiful woman everyone expected. Instead, her once-soft features hardened, and she lost her old spark. Her agent, intent on squeezing the last bit of value out of her, signed her up for a lowbrow film that ruined her acting career. After transmigrating, Sophia wakes up in the unfamiliar twenty-first century. The good news: she has a face kissed by God, even more beautiful than she was at the peak of her previous life. The bad news: her new body belongs to a model who attracted attention by dating that Leonardo-whatever right after her debut, then wasted her potential after they broke up and played a winning hand terribly. Though she’s an old-fashioned relic who’s seen life’s ups and downs, Sophia stays level-headed. When she learns her first movie is about to come out, the internet unanimously rains on her parade: She can’t even walk the runway properly, and now she’s trying to act? She’s hopeless! Sophia: Keep it coming! Really lay it on me. Free publicity is still publicity. Even after the movie succeeds, the haters still won’t give her credit: If I had that face, I’d look good making any expression on screen! Sophia is thrilled: The internet is amazing. I’m getting dragged all the way to the trending topics! People say that after Isabelle Adjani and Monica Bellucci, no actress has ever again united the world’s idea of beauty. That is, until they see Sophia Michelle in Midnight in Paris. Dressed in vintage Jazz Age fashion, her short hair arranged in lazy waves, she holds a cigarette holder between two fingers, her breathtaking face wreathed in smoke. #AWholeLotOfEatingTheirWords# “Perhaps Sophia Michelle hasn’t won the most Oscars, but she is indisputably Hollywood’s top-tier star.”, Time Magazine Theme: