Yeah, better help her out

Ella's a nervous wreck at the moment as is, so maybe this replacement with calm her nerves a bit. Nancy will still be there when you get back.

You zip down to a side room where you know that keep a coffee machine for you all backstage, and head inside. The room is surprisingly well lit for such a hidden side room. Inside there's a couple of fold-out tables with a coffee machine, teabags, sugar - the usual. There's also two black sofas placed around a coffee table. No one else is in here, so you get to work on fixing up Ella a coffee.

Suddenly, the room goes dark, as you feel two hands placed over your eyes. You panic, and in a frantic moment of instinctive reaction, throw your hands up in shock. You barely notice the coffee splash up onto your own shirt. A voice whispers in your ear: "Boo!" You pull down the hands and spin around to see the play's leading lady Millie smiling at you. Millie, put simply, is gorgeous. You're sure she's done modeling work before, and with her flowing platinum blonde locks, big tits, slender body, and perky arse, it makes perfect sense. Right now, she's looking at you somewhat apologetically.

"Oh sorry baby, did I scare you? Honestly though, people like you - you're so clumsy! You're almost as bad as that Ella ditz."

You grin, somewhat forcefully. Millie may be hot, but she can be a bit of a condescending bitch sometimes. At least she has a soft spot for you.

"Well while you're there, can you fix me up with some tea?" Millie asks as she elegantly places herself down on one of the sofas, "Lord knows I could kill someone to get a half-decently made one today."