<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cd/73/a7/cd73a732bf24b4f2f5d76d1e8eff7c64.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mariska Moon<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Lesbiflexiaggressive<br/><strong>Position:</strong><del>scissor</del>Operator<br/><br/><br/>Well...shit. Talk about dilemmas. They all had been quite clearly dismissed from The Presence, but Tserin and Belinda were so, erm...entangled that they barely seemed to know it. Mariska knew damn well her promotion, and maybe her entire job, rested on a teeter-totter, contingent on how she handled things.<br/><br/>The position the two were in helped. After a quick moment of thought, Mar opened Rankin's door and propped it with a company wastebasket (guaranteed to only spill when completely full!), then quickstepped back to the pair. Crushing herself hard against Tserin's back (shoulda worn the studded jacket, to really make it fun, but who knew?), she reached one hand around and pressed on the back of Belinda's head, forcing her face even deeper between the ginger's thighs. The other took a firm hold on Tserin's throat, and slowly but inexorably, the Goth started dragging them backwards towards the door.<br/><br/>"Thanks, boss," she chirped over the gasping redhead's shoulder. "I'll just take these two out for a little...peer review."