Dana

Dana yanks the doors shut, and they slam in your face.

"The contractor appears quite busy. I'm sure I can show you what needs to be done," Dana declares without missing a beat.

Her flustered appearance belies her matter-of-fact facade. Her chest is flushed pink as far as the camisole will allow you to see. From her heaving chest, you can tell she is unsuccessfully trying to suppress her ragged breaths.

Dana turns to face you and catches your eyes locked on her bust. When you meet her gaze, she immediately looks away and brushes a a dangling strand of mussed hair from the side of her face.

"Come, I'll show you to the basement."

Dana leads you down a maze of corridors: two rights, a left, another right. Jesus, you think to yourself, this house is huge.

You follow in silence, simultaneously mapping out the place and plotting the best move. Your mind drifts as you compare your chances with the hot brunette to the pink fortress between Dana's legs. Dana might be cracking, though. How about Loretta? She was a bitch, but she was hot. And where's that blond that roped you in yesterday? Hell, for that matter, who knows what other hot pieces of ass are traipsing around Eta Pi? This place is so huge you could probably wander around for weeks scoping out the hot chicks, and no-one would even notice. And if what you saw in the dining hall was any indication...

Unnerved by the awkward silence, Dana looks at you and notices the ridiculous grin on your face. As if reading your mind, she warns you, "I wouldn't get any ideas if I were you. What you just saw... that is not representative of what happens at Eta Pi. I mean, that has never happened before. Do you understand?"

"Sure, whatever you say," you reply unconvincingly.

"I mean, I don't even know who that whore they sent over is. The company's name is Santelli & Sons, not Santelli & Sluts!" Dana rants, losing her cool.

"Wait, that chick is the contractor?!" you exclaim.

"Well, that's what they said. But she doesn't look like any contractor I've ever seen."

"You're not kidding," you agree amiably.

"And that in there?" Dana furiously points a finger towards what you can only assume is the direction of the dining room. "That was-- that was--," Dana sputters apoplectically.

"Totally fucking hot," you offer helpfully.

"Completely unprofessional!" Her shoulder strap slips off again, for emphasis.

"But totally fucking hot," you repeat, this time with a devilish grin.

The flush returns to Dana's chest as she withers under your impish gaze.