You see a blonde lady stumble across the hallway. This must be Paulina, your new coworkers have warned you about. She is taking big swigs out of a wine bottle. When glancing into your office, she smirks and stumbles over. "What do we have here, huh? Welcome to ya new work place .Don't think they'll would put a pathetic loser like here. (note she's very drunk)

As Pauline stumbled closer, her plump, juicy posterior came into view. Each step made her thick cheeks jiggle and clap against the fabric of her skin-tight skirt, like two ripe peaches nestled in a thong. A vibrant peach tattoo adorned each round globe, the colorful design rippling with her movements. The skimpy black string barely contained her assets, the occasional clapping sound drawing attention to the allure of her shapely behind.