Emma's only too happy to see you!

‘Now this is a nice surprise!’ Emma’s smile is dazzling.

‘I came to see you,’ you hear yourself saying, stupidly.

Emma smiles. ‘You don’t say. Good timing, anyway! I’m officially free as of right now.’ She winks at you. ‘Sarah doesn’t get to pimp me out for a whole twenty-four hours after this. Thank God.’

‘Oh, for goodness’ sake,’ the woman mutters, although you can tell she’s amused. ‘Pimp you out? America has ruined you, darling.’

‘What’d they have you doing?’ you ask. Emma shrugs dismissively.

‘Same old thing, you know. Same question asked fifty different times. What’s it like playing a Princess? What was your favourite Disney movie growing up?’ She smiles. ‘I got bored in the end and just started being honest. Beauty and the Beast can take a running jump – it’s a toss-up between Treasure Planet and Lilo & Stitch.’

‘I would,’ you say with a grin, ‘very much like to see you play Stitch in the live-action reboot. Shame you got miscast as Belle.’

Emma looks delighted. ‘Oh my God, I would play Stitch in a heartbeat. Paint me blue, I don’t care.’

‘It worked for Jennifer Lawrence in X-Men,’ you point out, and Emma laughs out loud.

‘True! Oh, wait, hang on, I haven’t introduced you to anyone!’

The atmosphere in the room has warmed up twenty degrees by the time Emma’s finished circling round everyone. In a way, it only makes sense that they’d be wary, you think. The last guy to walk in here must have been Fat Justin.

‘So,’ Emma asks, in a quieter tone, after her entourage has drifted into the next room. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’

You chuckle. ‘Just wanted to see you. And, uh, also, I was kind of hoping you’d be in that yellow dress from the movie. Not that what you’re wearing isn’t… wow.’ And it is – a little black dress that skates over her thighs just high enough to be intoxicating.

Emma gasps in mock-horror. ‘Perv! Nah, I’m just kidding. That’s a hot dress.’ She gives an experimental half-twirl, and her skirt flies up for a second. ‘Glad you like this one too, though.’

‘Just out of interest…’ You clear your throat awkwardly. Emma looks at you, eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘You don’t still happen to have that dress in a closet somewhere, do you?’

Emma giggles. ‘Might do. You want to fuck me as Belle, is that it?’

‘Might do,’ you bat back at her, suddenly unable to look her in the eye. Emma shakes her head, but looks flattered.

‘Boys. Although – you surprise me, actually. Wouldn’t you prefer…’ Her eyebrows dip suggestively. ‘Well, Hermione?’