<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">"This place is so strange"</span>, was the first thought in the girl's mind as she stopped at the door. Checking the piece of paper she had in her hand, the girl read the address once again. That was the right place. But it shouldn't be, right? She was going to meet with an agent, and that place didn't look very... professional. Feeling her cheeks burn as she blushed, the girl thought it could be described as professional, but not for the kind of work she was willing to do.<br/><br/>She had not left home to become a 'working girl'. No, she wanted to be on a stage, or the silver screen. But that man said he could help her. Maybe he had contacts who could open doors. So it was not for the best to turn away and discard him.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, the girl straightened her back and walked to the door. Her voice could barely be heard as she gave her name to the man who kept the doors.<br/><br/>After repeating three times that her name was Magdalene Pratt, the young woman received an order to wait. It was exactly at that moment she saw a blond who seemed vacuum sealed within her dress come and talk to the man.<br/><br/>Apparently, that woman had something to do with the man she had been told to go see. As she was waved in, the girl followed the woman timidly. She was a blonde as well, but similarities ended there. The girl had a bit of a doll face, with big blue eyes and a terrified expression. She had a good body, but it was basically hidden under a simple baby blue dress. The shoes the young blond wore didn't have heels, and the girl seemed completely raw.<br/><br/>When the woman cleared her throat to call her employer's attention, the girl pressed her lips against each other and waited. She didn't expect such an... extravagant figure, and had no idea whether or not she should stand there and wait for him to say something or turn on her heels and run away as fast as she possibly could.</div>