Meeting Madeline

It was around 9:00pm when you arrived at the bar. You had kept your dress casual yet stylish, going for a younger feel while still giving off a dominant vibe. The place was on the cheaper side, the tables a bit rundown, the security pretty light. Definitely the kind of bar someone of her income level would hang out. You scanned the seats, trying to find the woman you were here for.

You found your future manager sitting in one of the booths.

Madeline was an interesting mix of beautiful and intimidating. While not goth, she definitely preferred a darker aesthetic. She wore a black leather jacket that had certain seen some use. It lay unbuttoned, showing off a black crop top underneath. This piece of clothing not only hugged her perky C-cup tits, but exposed her chiseled stomach. Madeline was in great shape, not only evidenced by her abs but by her toned arms. You had noticed from your research that she spent much of her free time in the gym.

She looked over at you as you approached. She seemed to be sizing you up as well, her green eyes alive with thought. Her face was quite pretty, not as modelesque as Lily but still very attractive. If you had to guess she was at least part Irish, with fair skin and a light smattering of freckles. Madeline had not worn much makeup this evening but still looked stunning. Her light brown hair fell to her shoulders, nicely framing her features.

"Why hello, Mr. Lawson," she greeted, her voice sultry yet strong. "I finally get to meet the man behind the mystery."

"I hope I'm able to live up to expectations," you reply, taking a seat opposite her.

"I guess we'll see..." She drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes again looking you up and down. "I must say, I have never had a client with such an extensive set of criteria. I mean, we've been talking back and forth for what? A month?"

"What can I say?" You chuckle, shrugging. "I'm very... particular."

"I'd have turned you down weeks ago if not for that price you keep throwing around. It seems you are as generous as you are selective."

Before your conversation could continue, a waitress approached the booth. "Hello y'all, I'm Crystal and I'll be helping you tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Guinness," Madeline replied, the waitress seeming to expect it.

"The same," you add. When in Rome, after all. The girl noted both down and scurried back to the bar. Soon, your drinks were sat in front of you. Madeline took a deep swig of hers, the dark liquid disappearing down her throat. You matched her fervor, not wanting to fall behind in whatever game was being played.

"So," Madeline continued, placing her drink back down. "Its time for you to answer the question you've been avoiding. Who is the lucky lady I'll be working with? Girlfriend? Wife? Sister you are way too close with?"

When you did not immediately answer, she let out an annoyed chuckle. "Come on, man! I've been so curious its killing me! I gotta know what woman is worth such secrecy!"