Pose for some pictures.

In front of the cameras, with lights shining and pictures snapping, you feel like you're in your element. They blow a fan over your summer dress--wafting your hair over your face in a way that only makes you even more stunning. They give you instructions on how to look, and you follow them to the best of your ability. You won't know how you did until the end.

You try on a blue one piece bathing suit, a green bikini, a trendy sweater with jeans, and even when you're not showing off skin, you're rocking the shoot. A hundred photos must have been snapped over that time. You're incredibly curious to see him. Surely they look good.

Finally, you put back on your dress, and step out into the photo room. Gustav and Mr. Rosenstein await your approach, having prepared some of the photos while they waited. You wipe your brow, surprisingly exhausted from all of that posing, especially given you did other things today, and look to them eagerly.

"Honey." Gustav says with a piercing stare. "You. Are. Amazing. Look at these shots!"

He holds up a laptop and starts cycling through pictures. Your eyes nearly tear up. They're all like something you could imagine seeing in the front of magazines.

"You're a natural," Rosenstein says. "Not just looks. You know how to work a camera, and to listen to the man behind it. I'd like to take you to my office immediately. Not only do I want to hire you, but I want to buy these photos today. We'll run them immediately."

Gustav holds his hand up dramatically. "It'll do great. Girl next door, coming out of nowhere. Absolute queen. Girls are going to look up to you. Men aren't going to be able to look away. Also, well the other way around too. Plenty of girls will be drooling. It's such a fun world!"

Rosenstein holds out his hand. "What do you say? We'll work out the details over in the other room."

You shake it immediately. "I'm sure I'll like what I hear."