Helena did her best to walk sexy, swaying her hips, without making it blatantly obvious she was doing so.  She wasn't sure if she succeeded, but it was the best she could do.  She stood at the spot, straight and upright, and still had to focus on Mark instead of the camera.  The movement, the knowledge it was all being recorded, it made it nearly impossible to ignore.<br/><br/>At the next order she turned and again swayed as she walked to the couch.  She seated herself, her knees together but her skirt riding up to mid-thigh.  "I need money."  She answered with false earnestness.  She looked at Mark with wide eyes as she said it, her hands on the couch beside her, her expression made to look puppy-like.  Earnest and not to bright.<br/><br/>"I borrowed money from a loan sh..."  She cut herself off.  "shhhonsutlant."  She gave an overly exaggerated, self-satisfied, nod at her supposed recovery.<br/><br/>Even Helena was amused by the horribleness of her own performance, but she was also shocked at how easily it came.  She had fallen into the role so quickly, so happily.  It made her nervous of how far she'd go.