A tall, muscular and tattooed man.

He's a Caucasian guy, maybe in his late thirties or lower forties with tattoos covering both of his arms. He had a slightly grimy beard and very serious eyes that seemed to gaze at you disapprovingly, but you couldn't place exactly why. Something about him made you uncomfortable.

"Sit," he says coldly.

Not wanting to make a scene, you comply silently. He sits behind the desk.

"So... Brooke," he says. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure you understand what the role entails?"

"Not exactly," you respond. "I wasn't really informed as to what kind of part it would be."

"Ah, it's simple At least, it should be," he started. "We're just looking for someone to be filmed in a bikini a small scene in a movie. It's nothing big, but it's a start. Some people would kill for such a role." He gives you a quick look-over and grins. "It could be yours... if you're comfortable with that."

"I don't know... nobody's ever seen me... naked before," you say awkwardly.

He gave a slight frown. "Ah, that's what I thought. That's the usual answer from girls like you. It's fine, really. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with."

Now you get why he's being so dismissive of you. He thinks you're a prude.

You have to double-down on this. "No, I am comfortable with this," you say sternly.

He leans forward in his chair and quirks his eyebrow. "Then prove it. Drop the dress."