your home

Your doorbell rings, and you walk to the door and peek out the peephole. You see Keira Knightly standing there. She's looking around and seems a bit confused and a bit scared.

You open the door and smile.

Keira smiles demurely. "Hello, I'm here for...well...you know," she says with the hints of fear and confusion.

"I know why you're here," you say. "Come in."

You watch her walk past. She's wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Her hair is in a pony tail.

"Well, let's get started right away," you say, "Go into the bedroom, top of the stairs, first on the right. Change into the costume on the bed. Hurry now!" You smack her on the ass.

Keira jumped. She turns to look at you, swallowed hard, and hurried up the stairs.

You fix yourself a scotch and water and wait in your big arm chair.

A few minutes later, Keira saunters down the stairs.