An ahletic auburn haired vixin, energetic and playful.

You wipe glimmering strands of shoulder length auburn air off your tweed vest. On any other day, the vest would require a jacket or an under shirt to be acceptable office attire, but today is about first impressions, and it is your office, and you can dress fun if you want to, even if your vest leaves your shoulders and midriff bare.

You close the top button. The plunging V neck already reveals plenty of your modest cleavage and you'd rather eyes be drawn to gentle ripples of your gym toned stomach and arms. You turn your back to the mirror and playfully flex as you admire your firm ass bulging in tight gray pinstriped pants.

You hear the elevator open. You take this last moment to crack your neck and strike a brightly smiling arms akimbo pose to greet him as there is a knock at the door.

You tell him to come in. He's quite a sight: an early twenties brown haired kid with a five o'clock shadow and a suit that hangs off him like he stole it from his father. His mismatched tie is loose around an open top button.

"What's up?" he asks, "I'm Daryll."

You can't help but laugh. You can't believe someone show up to a professional interview so casually. You can't decide whether he is trying to be unique or just lazy. He's handsome in a fun, boyish sort of way and he may be the easily confused type that your charms could easily overwhelm. On the other hand, he may just be a lazy slimeball who would take any opportunity to make some extra cash in a law suit.