The Disney Dilemma

The atmosphere in the boardroom was tense as everyone took their seats around the table. Bob Iger, the CEO of Disney, glanced around at the stern faces of his top executives, each burdened with the weight of the company's recent failures and missteps. Gone were the days of Disney's undisputed media dominance. These days, the news cycle was dominated by a string of PR disasters, movies underperforming at the box office, and a hemorrhaging Disney Plus.

"The numbers don't lie," Iger rasped. "Profits are down, public perception is abysmal, and our franchises aren't performing like they used to."

Murmurs of agreement rippled around the table. Iger groaned as he steepled his fingers, thinking about the company's failed deals and missed predictions. He knew the truth was even bleaker. Disney wasn't just failing. It was becoming synonymous with mediocrity. If something didn't change soon, the company's failures will be his legacy.

Bob Iger leaned back on his chair. "I'm open to any ideas. There is no such thing as a bad idea."

"We know last year's 100th anniversary was not good," said one executive. "But how about a Disney Plus special where we put all our characters from across the Disney franchises into one movie?"

Another executive scoffed. "A crossover Disney Plus movie? Sure, let's throw more money into that dumpster fire. I'm sure the streaming service will be profitable this year."

Suddenly, a new voice piped up from the corner. "The problem lies not in projects or streaming service, people," said Evelyn Thornhill. Her scarlet dress was a sharp contrast to the somber suits and dresses. "It lies in faces."

Iger raised an eyebrow. "If you're suggesting we depart from our 'problematic' actors, we've already done that," he said. "If only Majors could keep his hands to himself."

Evelyn shook her head. "Not exactly, Fred," she said. Evelyn stood up from her seat and began to walk. "As some of you may know, I am the head of Disney's research and development department. Most of you don't know about Disney's secrets, some older than the company itself."

"Like Walt being frozen?" an executive jokingly said.

Evelyn flashed a smile at the executive's remark before continuing. "Well, perhaps not that far-fetched, but we do have something that could change the game for Disney and the media landscape."

Iger spoke. "You say were..."

"Evelyn Thornhill, head of the research and development department."

Iger leaned forward. "Ms. Thornhill, how could Vox have secrets not even its CEO knows of and why?"

Evelyn paused for a moment, gauging the room's reactions. Most of them didn't know what to make of her. "Disney has always been more than just a company," she began. "Since its inception, it has been a center of innovation, a beacon of creativity that stretches far beyond the confines of traditional entertainment. Walt Disney, our founder, understood this better than anyone."

She glanced around the table, meeting the eyes of each executive in turn. "What most people don't know is that Walt Disney was not just a visionary businessman. He was also a pioneer in the field of technology, a trailblazer who pushed the boundaries of what was possible. And let me tell you, folks, we're still pushing the definition of what's possible, even if almost everyone doesn't know it."

The executives exchanged curious glances, sensing that they were about to uncover a hidden chapter in Vox's history.

"Walt Disney had a vision," Evelyn continued. "A vision of a future where entertainment wasn't confined to screens and pages but integrated seamlessly into everyday life. To achieve this vision, he initiated a series of research and development projects — projects that remained shrouded in secrecy, even after his passing."

A murmur of intrigue swept through the room as the executives leaned in, captivated by Evelyn's presentation.

"I hear you," Iger said, looking less impressed but still willing to listen to what Evelyn had to say. "But all you are saying are words, words that may or may not be true."

"Fair enough, Mr. Iger," Evelyn replied with a knowing look in her eye. "Words alone cannot convince you. So, let me show you."

She walked towards her seat and reached into her purse for her phone. As she called, she told the person on the other end that "it's time". Evelyn ended the call and turned toward the CEO and executives.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she declared, "Project Princess is the culmination of decades of research. Walt Disney dedicated his life to making this dream a reality. I have a feeling you're going to love her."

As if on cue, a young woman entered the meeting room. She was adorned with a yellow and blue dress as she stood near the door and glanced down at the floor.

"Is that a Snow White cosplayer?" Iger asked, trying to get a good look at the person on the other end of the room.

The woman in the doorway hesitated, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her dress. "No, Mr. Iger," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm not a cosplayer. I'm Snow White."

The room erupted in chuckles, whispers, and disbelief as the unsure Snow White glanced down. Some executives gasped, others scoffed, and a few laughed as they said they'd seen better people dressed as Snow White than her. Bob Iger, however, remained silent, his gaze fixed on the woman in the yellow and blue dress.

Iger then turned to Evelyn. "If what you're saying is true and certain Disney employees have been creating things behind my back, you're going to tell me that young woman is a robot?"

Evelyn giggled. "I believe you're starting to understand why we didn't bring this to your attention until now," she said. "But as to your question, and I ask everyone to keep an open mind, the Snow White you see before you combine advanced technology and ancient magic."

Iger's jaw dropped. Advanced technology? Magic? The absurdity of it almost made him laugh, but something in Evelyn's eyes, devoid of amusement, held him back.

"Ancient magic?" one of the executives scoffed. "Are you implying you dug up some dusty spell book and brought a cartoon character to life?"

"Not quite," Evelyn countered, her smile turning predatory. "Think of it more like... borrowing the essence of a legend, her spirit, and weaving it into the fabric of our creation. Building Snow White's body was easy, but bringing her to life... If only Walt were here to see this."

"But why Snow White?" another executive stammered, voicing the question on everyone's mind. "Not that I believe that woman is a robot, but why not a more...contemporary figure?"

"A strategic choice," Evelyn said. "Snow White represents Disney's golden age when Walt's storytelling held unparalleled power. By bringing her back, we're not just resurrecting a legend. We're tapping into that nostalgic vein. Also, our live-action remake was scheduled, and it only made sense to have Snow White be Disney's first living creation."

"I don't know," Iger said. "This Snow White looks older than she looked in the cartoon. How do we know she's the real deal? How do we know she's magic?

Evelyn turned to the shy Snow White. "Do you want to convince them?" Evelyn asked.

With a determined look in her eyes, Snow White straightened her posture and took a deep breath. "If you're looking for proof, Mr. Iger, then allow me to show you a side of me that you won't soon forget," she said, her voice growing stronger.

Snow reached up and slowly began unbuttoning her dress, revealing her creamy white skin underneath. The room fell silent as all eyes fixated on her, anticipation hanging in the air. She let the dress slide down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her only in a delicate lace blue and yellow lingerie set that accentuated her curves.

"I'm not just any robot," she continued, her voice gaining more confidence. "I'm a creation designed to fulfill your deepest desires, to bring Disney back to where it belongs."

Snow White sensually danced towards one of the executives, her hips swaying in perfect rhythm. She trailed her fingers along his jawline, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Tell me, what is it that you hunger for? Is it my luscious lips that you crave? Or perhaps, the feel of my soft, supple breasts against your chest?"

Her seductive words hung in the air. Snow moved gracefully to another executive, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his bulging crotch. "Maybe it's the thought of my tight, wet pussy wrapped around your throbbing cock that sends shivers down your spine? Or the way I can take control, dominate you, and make you beg for more?"

Bob Iger, his eyes wide with shock and desire, couldn't tear his gaze away from Snow White's captivating performance. This shouldn't be happening! But the more he looked, the more he saw Snow White and believed she was doing everything the original would do if given the chance.

Snow White's voice filled the air once again, now husky and filled with raw sexual energy. "I can be your submissive little doll, eager to please your every command. Or I can be your dominant queen, making you submit to my needs, pushing you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond."

As she spoke, Snow moved closer to Iger, her hand gently grazing his thigh. "So, Mr. Iger, what do you say? Will you allow yourself to take a bite out of this bad apple?"