Alexander Scar

"You... hmm." Tanya looked him up and down, her eyes cold and predatory. "I don't remember you doing anything around here... ever. You're a big slab of meat though, aren't you? Does what you're showing match what's between your legs?"

Alexander was starting to breathe heavily, and his forehead sweated a little bit, but he knew better than to get rough with the boss.

"You didn't even pick between face and heel, did you boy?" Tanya pressed up against him, pushing her breasts into his chest, sliding her thigh between his legs - and then suddenly turned her back on him. "Oh whatever. Pick someone interesting and hope for your sake that body of yours is functional, not just aesthetic."

Without even looking at him, she reached backwards to hand him the microphone. He took it.