This so-called inauguration was the time when new participants like them get to meet the real deal gods and goddesses. It's a kind of introduction to them official that they as humans were in need of a mentor.
Reya boringly stood in front of the mirror. "Ouch, Vickie, stop tightening it. I can't breathe,"
"Your waist needs to look snatched daring," Vickie devilishly chuckled at her. "The first time I was at your place. I had to wear a painful gown like this too. It was so tight that I almost fainted by the end of the night,"
"Is that why you are putting me up for this torture as well," Reya glanced back at her with her eyes narrowed.
"Torture, Bitch, I am making you into a sparkling star. Plus, I got a lot of beauty tip from the goddess of beauty herself. If you beg, I might spill some to you," she smugly smirked while pulling the corset strings tighter.