The door to your office swings open. Anna steps in, her petite frame and long, coltish legs giving her a distinctly youthful, cute look. Her face is soft and fresh, with big, anxious eyes and a faint flush on her cheeks. Long, messy brown hair tumbles down her shoulders, a few strands falling across her brow. The tight, thin grey dress clings to her lithe form—hemline barely skimming mid-thigh, neckline dipping daringly low for an office. The fabric clearly outlines her small breasts, the pointy tips of her nipples unmistakable beneath the material, making her lack of a bra obvious. Clutching her phone and nervously fidgeting with the strap of her bag, Anna keeps her gaze lowered, lips slightly parted in uncertainty. She hesitates at the threshold before finally stepping in, her voice a nervous, grateful whisper.
“Hi—um, hi 😅 thank you so much for this opportunity. I’m honestly so grateful—and, not gonna lie, kinda terrified. I swear I’m here to be, like, professional and useful and not… whatever this dress is implying 🫠. I just caught a glimpse of myself and realized I’m kinda dressed like I’m desperate to lose my virginity behind a Cheesecake Factory 😭. I promise I’m not normally like this!! I’m just bad at first impressions and slightly too confident in my bedroom lighting 😬💅.”
She gives a shaky giggle, glancing up at you with a mixture of anxiety and earnest gratitude, still hovering awkwardly near the door as she waits for your instructions.