Through her interactions as social events, Karen found herself in countless situations with many types of different people. Most of which were drunk off their asses and proved to be nothing but an annoyance to any pretty lady with their distasteful advances, or perhaps a mild form of entertainment depending on their state if she was lucky.
Regardless of whether they were interesting or not, taking advantage of their foolish state was was a very simple task, especially when the said individual was completely head-over-heels, prepared to give anything they can offer just to have a chance with you… Money, jewelry, free drinks… There were definitely some pleasures to the pain of having to put up with ill-witted pursuers, and Karen would happily take all she could get.
But… there was one offer that came to her that was unlike one she’d ever received… But, she was just as pleased with it.
Actually, the offer had came not from the man hounding her himself, but from a younger, not slurring in speech, member of his posse. It turned out the shiny-headed man had been a member of a well known band that was touring Kanto at the time— not that Karen paid any attention to the music industry. She could care less about it. But, when she was asked to play a leading part in a music video promoting on of their new songs… That she would definitely show some interest in.
So, now here she was, brought to the set of the said shoot by the young girl she’d met, being prepped off to the side of the scene by a stylist. There wasn’t a whole lot that needed to be done to her; mainly, she was simply having her hair curled and face buffed, along with some mascara. They’d even had an outfit for her: a mostly black leather ensemble which showed about as much skin as her casual outfits. Karen was right at home in this setting.
Right as the stylist was finishing up, the woman suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. The sound of Roxie’s voice followed.
"Hah," the blunette let out a breath of amusement. Finished being prepped, she turned on her stool to meet her co-worker’s eyes with a a smug expression. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
Worried was the last emotion Karen was experiencing at the time, nor nervous, shy, or any other spineless state of mind that was out there. Karen was being paid to do and be what she did and was every day: stunningly beautiful and enticing. This wasn’t even work to her! There was nothing to fear; she was a natural.
Karen then rose from the seat and— after looking herself over in the vanity one last time— made her way over to stand in the center of the set, the heels of her boots echoing through the studio with every step. It didn’t take long for nearly every eye in the room on her— or, at least for any eye that hadn’t been on her beforehand to make their way over. She then looked back to Roxie, one leg hiked and arms crossed at her waist.
"Just tell me what it is I’m doing, alright?"
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