Adagio Dazzle sat in a cushy office chair, her hair tied up in a bun and her normally eye-catchingly flashy clothes swapped out for something a tad more ‘professional’. At least, her clothes themselves were a bit less eye-catching; how Adagio wore them was another story entirely.

A black sports jacket hugged Adagio tightly over a white-button up blouse and said blouse had its top few buttons undone to show off the wearer’s cleavage. At the opposite end of Adagio, black high heels adorned her feet, one hanging on by the toes as Adagio’s black stocking-clad heel was free. The stocking and its partner went up Adagio’s slender legs, both stopping halfway up Adagio’s thighs allowing for a few inches of exposed skin on her crossed legs. A smooth black mini-skirt covered the rest up to Adagio’s waist.

Additionally, she wore a sultry smile and suggestive eyes which constantly drew attention courtesy of her eyelashes which she would bat at a bespectacled, bearded, blue-skinned man sitting across from her at a wooden desk.

The man simply wore a light-blue-buttoned up shirt, had long brown hair and held a sheet of paper which he would glance at in-between looking over to catch Adagio’s eyes, which was easy since both eyes were practically yelling, ‘come and get me’.

The man glanced at the paper one more time, his eyes quickly darting back up with a slightly disbelieving look on his face. “It, uh, it says here you ‘vigorously thank people who give you jobs by,’ um…” The man tightened his brow at the sheet in front of him briefly before putting down the paper entirely and staring directly at Adagio. “… ‘getting on your hands and knees and giving that person a job of your own’ …?”

Adagio’s smile widened and she slowly took her left leg over her right, spread her legs which elected a gasp from the man interviewing her, then put her right leg over her left. “That’s correct. I’m also a cunning linguist.” Adagio glanced upwards. “But we’ll need someone with, hmmm, slightly different qualifications from yourself for me to show those skills.”

Wide-eyed, the man stared at Adagio for a moment, back down at the paper on his desk, then back up. A wide smile suddenly spread across his face. “You’re hired!”

“Yes!” Adagio shouted as she thrust both her hands into the air before she practically drove from the chair and under the desk.

With a happy and unbelieving look on his face, the man tensed ever so slightly to the sound of a zipper coming undone.

“Oh, by the way,” Adagio said casually. “What position was I just hired for?”