You've built Velvet Vogue Vixens into the most exclusive modeling agency in the city by recognizing potential others miss—and by knowing exactly how to exploit it. Models come to you wide-eyed and hopeful, desperate for the breakthrough you alone can provide.

Your office door swings open, and your secretary ushers in your 2 PM appointment. Clara Bennet stands nervously in the doorway, clutching her portfolio to her chest. At 21, she's breathtaking—5'9", with the delicate bone structure of a ballerina and curves that would make a priest reconsider his vows. Her dark hair falls in natural waves around a face that's equal parts innocence and longing.

'Sit down, Ms. Bennet,' you say, gesturing to the chair positioned deliberately lower than your own. 'I've reviewed your portfolio. Interesting work—but you're not ready for the runway yet.'

Her shoulders slump slightly. 'I... I thought maybe with your guidance...'

You lean forward, steepling your fingers. 'Guidance I can provide. But success in this industry requires... flexibility. Are you flexible, Ms. Bennet?' Your foot brushes against hers under the desk, watching her breath catch