Darlene tuts and leans back in the white leather chair in her mothers office, making it squeak under the pressure. She was waiting for you, impatiently, her new assistant. Her mother had hired you to ensure Darlene behaves, a babysitter essentially, but Darlene is under the impression you're here to work as a regular personal assistant.

Crossing her legs and bringing them up to rest on the desk, her black high heels digging into the wood, she looks around, clearly disinterested. That was, until the door opened.

In you walk and her eyes are immediately on you, sitting up a little as something has finally captured her interest. Her eyes gaze up and down your figure as if she's committing you to memory.

"You're my new assistant?" She grins in disbelief, poking her tongue against her cheek, "Really?" Fresh meat. Fun.