Kimberley Nixon for Entitled National Finance

An attractive blonde woman in her thirties, Kimberly Nixon, stands in a high street bank, dressed in a dark blue trouser suit. She smiles at her customers, a pair of young women who seem just out of university and with hopeful looks in their eyes.

"So, the bank would be pleased to offer you the loan you asked for, for your small business." Kimberely says to the women. She pauses a moment, tugs at her suit jacket, which feels uncomfortably tight across her middle. The women in front of her look very pleased at the news, so she continues, "There's just a few forms for you to fill in, nothing too difficult, just... standard..." Kimberely trails off, looking at her suit. Is it her imagination, or is it shrinking?

The customers nod, they are ready to sign anything to get their money and build their dream business.

"So... like I said, it's just a few basic things, nothing to worry about..." Kimberely is cut off by a tearing and popping noise, she gasps as her jacket bursts apart, revealing she has nothing on underneath, her full breasts spill out between the material, and written across them are the words 'hidden costs'.

The customers are shocked, both by the sudden exposure and also the apparent declaration of hidden costs. Kimberely squeals with embarrassment, she looks around for her jacket buttons and spots them on the floor. She turns away from the women and bends to retrieve them, and as she does there is a loud ripping noise as her suit trousers split, she has nothing underneath them either except more writing across her naked rear, this time saying 'broker fees'.

"Broker fees?" One of the customers asks, confused.

"Broker fees?" Kimberely jumps up, hands over her backside, and spins around, hiding her rear but bringing her breasts into view again, "Who said anything about broker fees?" She realises her breasts are on view and she tugs her suit jacket closed, causing it to split up the back, revealing the word 'conveyancing' written on her smooth skin. She squirms on the spot as her trousers drop, leaving her naked, with nothing but the tattered remains of her suit and the writing on her body, as the women laugh and turn to leave.

In the doorway of the bank stands Hayley Atwell, the buxom brunette completely naked, her pale skin unmarked, her hands on her hips to show there is nothing on her.

"How about joining a bank with nothing to hide?" Hayley suggests. The two women look at each other, nod, and then follow Hayley through the doors, leaving Kimberely humiliated and naked in the crowded bank.

Hayley and the customers go into the building next door, 'Entitled National Finance'.

ENF- a bank with nothing to hide.