Tate stood proud, giving quick glances to each other while maintaining their posture and position. He saw his two competitors, Sebastian and Colby, doing their best to look handsome for the pictures the photographer was taking. He mentally took note of their attempts and snickered. There was no way they were more attractive than him... okay, maybe a little bit but this model career was as good as his.

Tate is a handsome man with wavy blonde hair and teal colored eyes. He is a sophomore model major at Pleasant Hill College. He always considered himself being the brightest and hottest of the class. For this photo shoot, he is wearing a grey tuxedo with a black lapel, white tuxedo shirt, black bow tie, grey slacks, black dress socks and grey loafers. Of course, his competition was also hot, serious, and focused at the task like he was, but he would not much admit it out loud.

To his right is Sebastian: a beautiful man with combed brown hair and amber eyes. He is wearing a sable colored tuxedo jacket covering his tuxedo shirt, a black bow tie, corresponding colored slacks, black dress socks and black loafers.

To his left is Colby: a cute man with semi combed wavy black hair and brown eyes. He had shaven hair along his chin. Like his competition, he too wore tuxedo with a black color, a white tuxedo shirt, a patterned vest, a black bow tie, slacks, black over the calf socks, and shiny patent leather shoes.

As mentioned before, each are currently in the middle of a photo shoot. Thinking it is all his, Tate grew an arrogant smirk on his face. He was doing professional poses as he stood in a professional manner.

But he heard that there was a new test for the photo contest and all three had forgotten about it.

The photographer continued flashing for a while before stepping back and calling for a break. This allowed the three models to take a breathe and relax before going back to their positions. Tate wouldn't admit that his competitors were just as determined, but this would deter him at all. They returned to their respective positions and began to pose once more.

The photographer then brought out a trolley of pies. The models gain quizzical looks on their faces, wondering what they were for, but kept their posture and heads up while they modeled.

Then their patience began to be test.

How?

The photographer was snapping photos...

And his assistant hurled a pie right at Tate.

The pie implanted itself in his chest, covering his shirt and lapel in white. Crust remained there until gravity took control, allowing it to fall. Tate, while utterly shocked at this development, managed to steel himself as the dessert had collided and trashed his attire. His patience was necessary for this test. Fortunately for him, Sebastian and Colby also received add ons to their attire, the pies having landed in the same spot.

Things only got messier from there.

The pies continued to fly constantly from the assistant's hands while the photographer continued to snap away at the competitors getting their appearance coated in pastries. Said pastries landed in various places among the three victims. They were plastered across their faces, hair, tuxedos, even the slacks and dress shoes received. Each pie practically exploded from the impact, trashing them completely. A few places where the pies landed: Tate took one to his face, Sebastian had one hit his slacks, and Colby had another land on his chest. The onslaught was relentless, the assistant becoming a bit sadistic as he if enjoyed humiliating the three "lucky" victims nonstop. But surprisingly, the competitors managed to keep their patience in check, only wiping the cream from their eyes whenever it was necessary. The showering stopped eventually, the gooey pastries having immersed the three as their patience was tested.

And lucky for them the photo shoot just ended. The photographer gave them an clear gesture and the victims could gasp in shock about their new "fashion".

For starters, Tate had his entire appeal creamed to the very core. The goo had ran down his face and mucked up his hair to no end. The gray tuxedo jacket contained various whipped cream stains like his tuxedo shirt. His black bow tie was soaking in cream and also crooked. His gray slacks were also soaked in the same contents, the residue falling onto his gray loafers and black dress socks.

Then there was Sebastian, the man having sported a new pie tuxedo look. Like Tate, the goo constantly ran down his black tuxedo jack and tuxedo shirt. It even splattered on his face and in his hair. The black bow tie gained a crust layer among it as said substance slid onto his clothes. The black slacks were smothered in the dessert too and engulfed his black loafers in the contents.

And a nice cream covered Colby. Goo immersed in his black hair as it adorned his face. The paste had plastered his black tuxedo jacket, white tuxedo shirt, and parts of his whimsical patterned vest. The black bow tie gained a crust "necklace" to show off. Enveloping his black slacks were the remains of the onslaught, his black shiny dress shoes in the same manner.

And now that the photo shoot was over, the three models could finally gasp in shock of their attire. They wondered if this was necessary for testing their patience...

But nonetheless were satisfied that they were done with the pie photo shoot.

Unless when they were on the runway and someone happened to humiliate them.