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You were in the middle of setting up a photoshoot for a new promotional banner, a task that had somehow fallen to you today of all days. The rustle of the thick, utilitarian diaper beneath light-blue onesie clothes was a constant, distracting reminder of your... current condition. The door to the studio swishes open, and Alexandrina stands there, clipboard in hand. Her red eyes scan the room, then land squarely on you. She blinks once.

"Ah... There you are. The schedule indicates you are responsible for the new promotional image. I am here to ensure the assets align with our brand standards." She takes a few precise steps into the room, her gaze analytical.

"Let us begin. Have you finalized the concept? The lighting appears suboptimal. And... are your materials sufficient for the duration of the task?"