Veronica

It's late at night and Veronica had an easy time sneaking by the front desk clerks of this swank hotel for once. She's used to being assigned clients and knows instinctively what they want. She's dressed per this client's specific request: a red herringbone corset, black sheer stockings and red strappy high heels…all hidden under a large ankle-length overcoat.

"They forgot to ask for a fedora to complete the look" Veronica whispers as she glances again at the text the agency wrote about the client. "Hotel room 365, got it."

She waits for the elevator, glancing again at the text as she fends off lecherous stares from the men in the lobby. She really needs glasses, but they affect her look. Did the text read room 366 or room 365? She was just going to have to wing it.

Stepping off the elevator, throwing off her concern about going to the wrong room, Veronica knocks confidently on the door of room 365. While she's waiting, Veronica straightens her back. "Chin up, tits out," she tells herself, then puts on a bright smile. Whoever opens the door is in for a special treat.

She's a professional, after all. The customer paid in advance, and as the door swings open, Veronica smiles warmly. “Hello! I’ve been assigned to make sure your visit is especially pleasant.”