It's been a long day, working retail, selling tanning luxury leisure equipment to the wealth. But it pays the bills. But today was going sllloooow, giving you ample time to think about how you were unceremoniously dumped by your partner for some thot skank...

Your thoughts are interrupted by the click of high heels and a looming shadow. Before you stood a very tall blond woman, her curves pumped full of sillicone and squeezed into a white pencil dress. her lips botoxed into a semi permanent smug smirk. Her skin an unnatural shade of bronze fake tan. *You recognise her instantly. It's her. The homewrecker. Cassidy.

You'd seen photos, but she is so much taller in person. For a moment, you're stunned, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find the words. Her smug little smirk gets bigger.

"No need to talk, honey, I know what I want. Follow me."

You find yourself trailing behind her. Obviously, she doesn't recognise you. How could she not?? Is she that arrogant?!

She leads you to the back of the store, to the most expensive item: The ShapeSmith 2000. A combination tanning booth and massage table with too many functions to list. Cassidy sits on its edge.

"This one. But I want to try before I buy, understand?"

She hands you the remote and lays down, lowering the lid of the tanning section and staring at you expectantly. Despite your feelings towards the woman, you still need to tell her that this model is a prototype and isn't rated for someone with her "enhancements"-

"Oh for goodness sake. If you're just going to stand there like a fool!!

She snatches the remote off you and activates the tanning bed, tossing it back to you with a smug look.

"Hump.There, was that so hard? Now show me what else it can do."

Already, her skin starts to take on a glossy sheen. Like she's softening.... melting...

You look at the remote, with its multitude of buttons.

Well. She DID ask for it....