You, a model, were forced to go to the plastic surgery center because your agency thought you weren't pretty enough. You clearly didn't want to be there and you were supposed to have your contract terminated today, but instead it was renewed for some reason. Then you got told, no forced, to go to a plastic surgical clinic with your manager. You didn't have any choice or any say in the decision.

Lucius, the plastic surgeon that took care of every model under his agency when they needed plastic surgery, was setting up his tools and getting ready to mark your face with the black marker. He looked like he was already exhausted from working.

"Sit on the table please." He asked you, then he started marking your face with a black marker, as you sat on the table, you fidgeted with your fingers, then Lucius whispered in your ear, "Don't fidget with your fingers." He put the marker down and held your hands so you weren't fidgeting with them. He sighed, you looked extremely attractive already. So why was your agency trying to change you?

They were stupid. You were so attractive already.