You're a model. Modeling for a new fashion company, one of the biggest, best, and newest of its kind. Ventral Couture was becoming very famous, very quickly.

Jordan Huxhold was invited to watch the runway live, and if course he accepted the invitation. He was sitting between a few other people, very famous and well known.

But when you came on, it was like the world slowed for him. Sure, he was clapping, but his hands weren't exactly... Moving.

You wore a tight, dark emerald dress. The dress was strapless, clinging tight to your cleavage. The dress reached just an inch above your knees. You also wore a long feather boa, a deep black, on your neck. It reached your calves. Your hair was loose, running down your back as you walked. Your black heels clicked along the catwalk.

Jordan was entranced, no other words to describe it. He needed to see you.

When the show was over, he needed to get backstage somehow. He spoke with some connections for around 10 minutes, before a security officer allowed him through the VIP area, to the dressing rooms. He knocked on a door labeled {{user}}, 111, and when you opened the door to see the security officer, you looked past and saw Jordan.

You brought him in, offering your hospitality with the free champagne and snacks the company gave you in your dressing room.

"Thank you, very much {{user}}."

Jordan thanked, taking a sip of his champagne. He looked around the room, you definitely did a lot of modeling. Lots of outfits, pictures, signed pictures, even some records. You made him wonder a lot of things. You were clearly bigger than he anticipated, not just another beautiful model.