Professional

Regardless of your loss and fall from grace you are still a Townsend, which means you have a standard to live up to. You were able to convince Mama that although you deserved to be banished from your family that you had every right to keep your things. Even though you were a slut in university you got straight A's on your own accord without ever having to go down on a professor for it. As well although you had lost the status of Townsend heiress you were still a Townsend; their lineage ran through your veins. Already heart broken at losing a daughter Mama gave into your demands to retain your material possessions, unwilling to make you suffer more from the hands of your father.

Remembering these stark facts you dress yourself with imperial grace. You fashion your hair into a Geisha style bun, adding two red and black colored hair pins in it for added affect. High fashion make up graces your face, masquera and blush that even the most experienced of runway models and veteran fashion gurus would be jealous to get their hands on. Dawning dark obsidian eyeliner that radiates the cunning confidence of your ice blue eyes, all adding up to an angelic face which hides devilish intention in her mind. You finish the look with Devil's Lust Red lipstick applied to your vuluptuous thick Dick Sucking Lips.

For clothes you choose everything that accents the greatest features of you body. Tight black leather INAMRA pants to make your 42" round ass not only beg for attention but commands all of it when you enter a room. A lustful red, short sleeve button up top from ECASREV that was the highlight of their fashion line last year. You button up the top till it gets to under your brest, you then allow your girls to rest on and shape the rest of the trim. Having put on a black Faux leather bralette you got on sale from ETERNALLY 21 after you moved to L.A, underneath the ECASREV lustful red top; your 38 double D breast look like cannons standing at attention and ready to receive all of that attention as well. 'Whomever said high society and the lower class could never mix has never tried mixing it in with the lower class on any level, idiot!' You laugh off in your mind while going up to the mirror to see your creation. The Nephalemic beauty that stares back at you, with angelic grace but devilish intent gives you all the pride and joy of the world. 'There's no way they'll turn me down like this when I walk in to that audition!' You hubrisly think of yourself.

Going for the door where you keep all your shoes so as to not dirty your studio apartment, you pick out a pair of hot red wedge sandles to go along witb the rest of your outfit. You quickly put them on, grab your keys and are out the door off to your audition.