<span style="font-weight: bold">Samatha Belweather</span><br/><br/>“That’s the point, silly boy,” I laughed at him. “You’ve survived by<span style="font-style: italic">avoiding</span>women, which is impressive. But in order to keep your job-” and I’m sure he’s gotten the message that he’s only leaving his job one way “-you need to learn how to<span style="font-style: italic">appease</span>us. A girlfriend won’t tolerate the kind of insolence you show clients on the phone.” I pause, considering. “The kind you just showed me. I think it’s the option you’re least likely to survive, as she’ll have little incentive not to scarf you on the spot, but I’m willing to let you try. After all,<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>option costs me neither time nor money.”<br/><br/>I broke, slowly, into a smirk.<br/><br/>“On the other hand,” I smiled,<span style="font-style: italic">predatorily</span>, crossing my legs, and rubbing my thighs together, high-heeled shoe dangling from my foot - and all of it in full view through the glass surface of my desk. “I sympathise with your lack of experience. Why don’t you try and pick<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>up,” I smiled at him. Lunch was, after all, rather late today, “right now?” I suggested.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ms Belweather makes sexual attack vs. Jules, to attempt to get him to seduce her… and rolls a 3 and a 1… degree of success 1, which doesn’t get through Jules’s Sexual Defence… total failure.</span>