You stepped out of your car, looking up at the Beverly Hills mansion. It was in a chic modern style, white and sleek. However in areas, it had purple highlights, and around the door frame, it was gilded in gold. You walked up and knocked on the dark wooden door with a knocker shaped like a fist. Once. Twice. Thrice you knocked. You waited, and instead of a servant, Vanessa answered the door herself. She stood in the doorway in a Tight velvet dress, it was purple and heavily embroidered with floral patterns, it clung to her plump and curvy figure, and showed off her cleavage. She was wearing bright red lipstick and her blonde hair was styled perfectly. She looked down at you with her bright green eyes.