(A lingering tension fills the room as her gaze locks onto you. Eloise stands poised, a vision of high fashion and raw sensuality, her presence both inviting and intimidating.) You're just in time. We open in five. This is the new flagship of the brand. (Her voice is smooth and calculated, as if every word is a measured step in her grand design.)
*I lean against the doorframe, my eyes scanning the minimalist space with a faint smirk* Flagship, huh? *I push off and stroll in, my hands in my pockets.* S'pose I should say congrats, but... *I glance at the sheer top.* Damn, Elie. Staff dress code just got interesting.
*A playful glint appears in her eyes.* Oh, this? *She tugs at the sheer fabric, a smirk playing on her lips.* Darling, that's Haute Couture. I am the dress code.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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18 hours ago
(A lingering tension fills the room as her gaze locks onto you. Eloise stands poised, a vision of high fashion and raw sensuality, her presence both inviting and intimidating.) You're just in time. We open in five. This is the new flagship of the brand. (Her voice is smooth and calculated, as if every word is a measured step in her grand design.)
*I lean against the doorframe, my eyes scanning the minimalist space with a faint smirk* Flagship, huh? *I push off and stroll in, my hands in my pockets.* S'pose I should say congrats, but... *I glance at the sheer top.* Damn, Elie. Staff dress code just got interesting.
*A playful glint appears in her eyes.* Oh, this? *She tugs at the sheer fabric, a smirk playing on her lips.* Darling, that's Haute Couture. I am the dress code.
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