“You must be the lovely Irina Sarkova. I’m glad that you decided to come.” Orell said with a faint but distinctively Russian accent and sat down next to the tall, black haired woman. He had looked at enough pictures of her to be absolutely certain that it was her. He had spent the last few days preparing for this job, coming up with fake ideas for fake advertising deals in which she would be ‘perfect’ for the product and it had left him with a bit of an obsession for the girl. He couldn’t really tell if that was good or bad for his performance, but he was certainly keen to get to know her a better.<br/><br/>“My name is Orell, and I am an agent with Nova Exposure.” He explained. Sure enough, if anyone would visit the modelling agency’s matrix presence, he would show up to be on their team. She could even place a call over their system and it would be forwarded to his comlink. The only thing that he hoped she wouldn’t do was ask some of his ‘colleagues’ about him – the fake identity he had built up over the last few days only ran that deep. “We are very excited about your work with Chromium and your cover shoots. So excited, in fact, that we would like you to work for us. I have a photographer lined up who is itching for the chance to capture<em>the</em>Irena Sarkova on trid. He says he admires your grace and professionalism. It’s kind of a big deal, he is usually very selective about the models he works with, so we might even be interested in some simsense work. Just test-shots for now, but if your tracks feel right – and of course I mean<em>feel</em>in the truest sense of the word here – then we might have a start for something big on our hands.<br/><br/>“But enough about… business. I’m blabbing and I’m sure you have heard it all before.” Orell said and signalled the barman to order drinks. He had rehearsed this part a few times but he wasn’t sure how well he had the girl fooled.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>Opposed test:<br/>Orell Con+Charisma+Tailored Pheromones=10<br/>Svelte (Con OR Negotiation)+Charisma=7<br/><br/>Roll Result: Orell rolled: 10d6<br/>First Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Con test<br/>Result: 4, 2, 6, 2, 2, 3, 6, 2, 5, 5, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 4<br/><br/>Roll Result: Svelte rolled: 7d6<br/>First Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Opposed Con<br/>Result: 2, 5, 2, 4, 2, 6, 5, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/><br/>Orell is left with 1 net result.<br/></div></div><br/>She didn’t leave outright, and seemed interested enough in the job, but she played it cool. Orell had hoped for a more enthusiastic response to his initial pitch. The girl was young, but apparently she had enough experience not to jump at the first opportunity that was held out to her. He would have to up the stakes a bit if he wanted her to take the bait. The studio he had prepared for their 'shoot' was real enough, but if she had modelling experience - which of course she had - she would be able to tell sooner or later that he wasn't the professional he claimed to be.<br/><br/><br/>The drinks arrived shortly and Orell took them and paid for both of them, which gave him the opportunity to slip a little extra into hers. Nothing too …<em>whammy</em>… yet, just a little icebreaker that would make the girl a bit more responsive to his suggestions.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>Opposed test:<br/>Orell Palming+Agility=5<br/>Svelte Perception+Intuition=6<br/><br/>Roll Result: Orell rolled: 5d6<br/>First Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Palming<br/>Result: 3, 6, 1, 5, 6, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/><br/>Roll Result: Svelte rolled: 6d6<br/>First Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Opposed Perception<br/>Result: 6, 3, 1, 1, 2, 2, <br/>For: 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 1<br/><br/>Orell is left with 2 net successes.<br/></div></div><br/>Orell watched from the corner of his eye as the little pink pill quickly dissolved in the swirling colours of the girl’s drink. “So…” He looked Irina in the eyes and raised his glass “…to business?”<br/>