<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Lobby</strong></div><br/>Peering out the window of the cab as it came to a stop in front of the oddly plain building, Courtney felt a little apprehension hold her to the seat.  The idea of joining this studio had been exciting when the woman Aline Myobi had contacted her, but moving halfway across the country to a city she'd never been to before to work for a studio no one's ever heard of was a huge leap of faith for Courtney.  She was used to taking care of herself and making her own decisions, but this was a bit extreme for even her.  Of course the recent fall out with her latest Agent over a disagreement about "her look" had given her the incentive to get out of town and never look back.<br/><br/>Courtney sighed, handing the Taxi driver a twenty.  "Keep it!" she said smiling at him, the weight of her situation showing in her expression.  Stepping onto the street she slung the large duffel bag which held everything she owned over her shoulder, the strap pulling the already tight pink sleeveless shirt with mickey mouse splayed across her large perky breasts tighter.  The sun was bright and warm giving her a new sense of purpose as it washed over her.  The light from the sun accentuated the colorful tattoos on her upper arms.  She looked up at the sun, her ice blue Oakley glasses reflecting the light.  Her long brown hair was braided back against the back of her head.  She ran a hand over her torso, straightening out her shirt which stopped just below her belly button, exposing her mid drift.  Her hand continued running down to her hip, straightening any wrinkles from the tight denim jeans which started just below the first two of five red and yellow stars on her hip and followed every curve of her hips and thighs.  Taking a deep breath, Courtney stepped into the revolving door and the cool air of the lobby.<br/><br/>There was no one at the main desk, and the young girl sweeping the floor seemed like an odd type for a receptionist.  The handsome man in the blue suit caught Courtney's eye almost immediately as she entered the large lobby.  She looked him over once, his tailored style screamed pompous asshole, but she reminded herself she had to be careful about assumptions in a new town like this.  Aline had said there were rooms set aside for the models to live in, but nothing in the lobby directed her to them.  She finally reserved herself to waiting to see if anyone else would arrive who might be able to point her in the right direction.