Mark took Helena to the second floor, where the master bedroom was a bustling nest of activity, with people setting up lighting, readying cameras, and so forth. To the left sat two men in portable stage chairs, both quite muscular-looking. The white one elbowed the black man and pointed to Helena. "Hey, look -- there's the fresh meat they were talkin' about. Holy fuck, she's fine."<br/><br/>"Fuck yeah," the other replied. "Can't wait to get my cock into that ass."<br/><br/>Mark ignored them, leading Helena over to a thin woman in her forties. "Helena, this is Beatrice, our costume designer. Beatrice, Helena is replacing Sable. Can you get her into costume and make any alterations needed?"<br/><br/>"Of course. Come here, dear... hmm. You're a bit more busty than Sable. Let's see what we've got that will fit you..." (OOC: will leave exact look of her outfit up to you.)<br/><br/>"Walk her over to Camilla for hairdressing when you're done. Thank you."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>They're ready surprisingly quickly. Helena is on her mark first, taken to where she's supposed to be when the two 'burglars' enter. They're both dressed in black, with knit caps on their heads and blacking on their faces. They come in, prop guns out, and Jamal, the black one, says, "Look what we got here, Trev. Must be rich guy's piece of ass. Where's the safe, bitch?"