All I want is to serve a woman more beautiful than me...

You get handed a character folder, which you read and suddenly you are immersed in a world which is described in the folder.

Name: Lien Wan
Nationality: Chinese
City: Milan, Lombardy, Italy
Age: 25
Height: 5'3"
Hair:Black
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Textile factory manager
Status: Never Married, Single
Sexuality: Closeted homosexual
...Measurements 34C-25-37

You wake up instantly adopting to the life of Lien, the Sino-Italian. Dong Ding Dong Dong the 6am bell of Santa Maria del Carmine starts to ring bringing in the sun. You don't think you will ever get used to it. You toss and turn on your matress trying to get back to sleep but you give up after about 25 minutes. You sigh and start to groggily stumble towards your doccia. As you turn on the hot water, you check yourself in the mirror as you wait for the water to heat. Big perky breasts, slim waist, curvaceous ass, long legs, long healthy hair that reaches your mid-back, fat lips and stereotypical smooth Asian skin, you need to find yourself a nice Italian man. "I should definitely go to the discoteca next night off and be social!" you think as you finally get into the warm shower. As you get warm, wet and soapy, you start to think of your good friend back in Prato, Juan Tang, she was the one who introduced you to Italian culture, and was probably the reason you got promoted to management in Milano. You unconsciously start to tease your nipple as you think of her. Suddenly you open your eyes wide, realizing what you are doing and put your hand down to turn the water off. You put the towel around your torso and check your phone. "Ah brutto!" You realize you don't have as much time to get to work as you thought. You put your hair into a ponytail and move to your closet. Panties, bra, business skirt, blouse, stockings, heels and out the door with your purse.

You briskly walk to the metro and board your train, thankfully it isn't long of a ride. You walk to your favorite local caffè and you see one of your favorite person in this city. Pera Vacac is a Slovenian barista/owner who has always been kind to you from day one since you moved to this city seven months ago. She has short, straight blonde hair, is tall and very athletic, she is a very confident woman who is not afraid to show some serious cleavage and tight jeans. You have seen her outside of work several times, and she is continually calling you on the cell phone to come out, if it wasn't for your busy work schedule you would, you really enjoy being with her. Pera already is starting on your cappuccino as you get inside, and gives you a big warm smile when she sees you. " Lien 'Giorno! I see your boss is still asking you to come in early! What a bastardo, right? But seriously, hopefully today will be the last day and you can hang out today, I mean you keep putting me off! I want to see you have fun, ragazza!" You blush abit. "You know I was thinking something similar, this time I am really going to try..." She pushes your hot drink towards you and you try to finish it as fast as possible. While doing another order, Pera comes over "Look I know you are in a hurry but during lunch, call me and tell me what's happening!" You nod your head and finish the mug.

You leave the caffè and enter your building which pretty chic considering you manage factories which produce cheap clothing. You cram yourself in the elevator and swear to god for the 3rd time this week some uomo was groping your ass, but the elevator is too crammed to tell. You briskly get to your desk, just to hear the phone intercom "ALL STAFF OF Capitalvestiti COME TO MEETING ROOM." You see Ferdinanda, a co-worker, quizzically look at you, you shrug your shoulder. As you and your co-workers gather into the room, a man you have only seen twice gets to his feet, all you know about him is that he some important corporate person. "Although some of you already know this information, it is my unfortunate duty to state that your boss Signore Barese was killed in a terrible auto accident yesterday, obviously our condolences go out to the family and the funeral service is open to all those who wish to attend. However although this is terrible, terrible news, we are in a very tight schedule right now and we must finish this phase of the project as soon as possible. So we are promising time off after this phase is over. Therefore to make sure that this phase is completed, corporate has sent to new temporary bosses." You whisper to Ferdinanda while processing this information "Bosses? Like more than one?" The man points to the other door as two tall professional women come in. "Let me introduce Signorina Bergamaschi and Signorina Tan." The tall Caucasian woman stepped forward, she had gorgeous long brown hair and bright brown eyes she looked to be about 6'1" with legs that went forever. No amount of business clothing could hide that she has a significant bust as well. She opened her lips to state "No need for that formality for me, just call Rosetta I am sure that it will be a great pleasure to work with you all." She stepped back as the Chinese woman stepped forward. Signora Tan was only slightly shorter and older than Rosetta but looked even more confident and was not afraid to show her impressive bust and short business skirt, but besides that you noticed her dyed curly brown hair which gave her a exotic southern Chinese look. "I would appreciate Signorina Tan at all times for me. As well, I know it will be a great pleasure to work with all of you but will demand that we keep all interaction with professionalism and to show me great respect. However I am generally a very approachable person so please do not hesitate to stop by the office if it is necessary!" She had a bit of a Chinese accent but talked in a loud and authoritative voice, like a military officer. Something about the two gave a good feeling like they know what they are doing. All the co-workers head back to your desk and the busy, usual work continued like yesterday.

Time passes until just before lunch and you are looking forward to your break, you are about to leave your desk, when your phone rings.