<div class="floatleft">(http://spicy.southdreamz.com/cache/the-hottest-swimsuit-models/sandra-valencia/famous-fashion-model-sandra-valencia-beautiful-photo-188_650.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Danica Matthews<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Boss Lady<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Pre-lunch, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Watching<br/>Standing in the middle of the barn in four inch heels looking far more "executive" than "ranch", Danica could have seemed somewhat out of place. However, there was a comfort level about the woman that somehow eased the sharpness of her appearance and allowed her to seem right at home amongst the staff despite the starched shirt or lack of dirt or sweat on her. She hadn't started out that way given she'd spent the first half of her life between the beach and the big city, but she'd adjusted to the pace and feel of Wyoming after a time and now could pitch in around the ranch when needed--though obviously not in the heels.<br/><br/>Today though her duties were far more business oriented so the heels stayed as she watched the newly arrived clients stream off of the bus. She was aware of the studs standing in various states of dress and dishevelment on their side but despite her particular nature when it came to her own presentations she had not implemented one among the studs when it came to meeting the ladies. For one, this was an actual ranch and the studs did actual work, it was impractical to halt everything and have them sitting around looking all pretty. Plus, well, she knew how they tended to look and if a woman could get off that bus and not be at least a little moved by the sight of all the men there just for them just because they weren't in three piece suits then this simply wasn't the place for them. As it was, looking over each of the women that stood before them, Danica did not see anything that immediately set off a warning. In times past there had been instances where Danica had ushered someone right back onto the bus, or even after a day or two. She had absolutely no qualms about sending people home if needed and would happily pay the airfare just to avoid issues.<br/><br/>Nerves she saw, flirty little looks she saw, and even some outright indecision was noticed. However, none of that was cause for concern. Listening to her husband run through the usual spiel she only stood there and watched, perfectly content to let him handle the introduction while she admittedly went through and mentally matched faces to the information she'd already received from each of the women. There were a couple who had caught her interest in particular and well... she knew she'd be sure and steer her husband toward them when the time came.<br/><br/>Danica had just about figured that things would go rather routinely when one of the women opted to speak up instead of waiting to quietly ask her or Virgil questions during their intake process. Despite her sober demeanor her mouth quirked in amusement, her lips rolling under to hold back actual laughter.<em>Blow in her cartridge?!</em>Dios Mio. Oh yes, she was looking forward to letting Virgil field that one.