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[i]Flash[/i]!

Lola Earnest sat comfortably on her bed, though it may not look like it. She had a sultry smile on her painted red lips, her long legs were stretched out infront of her, her toes kept in a point, her back arched. All these poses were natural to her, even better, she was making a lot of money off this special talent of hers.

The day, before a gentlemen had taken an interest in Lola's 'modelling' website, paying her a few thousand in advance for a set of special pictures for his private collection only. There was a promise of another few thousand when he received said pictures.

Lola sighed contently, more than satisfied with the money she was making. 
"[color=Purple]It's so easy being this pretty.[/color]" Her voice was low and raspy, imitating Marilyn Monroe. She jutted out her hip, leaning against her pillows to show off more of her voluptuous figure which was clothed by lacy lingerie; Lola was a regular pin-up girl. 

[i]Flash[/i]!

Later into the evening, Lola's attire changed into a small, pink housecoat with curlers in her lovely blonde hair. Lola sat at her computer, uploading all her pictures to her new favourite client's email, sending it with a smug look on her face. "[color=Purple]I'm rich, bitch.[/color]" She enthused, breaking into excited giggles. She leaned over to the armoire that stood side by side to her computer, contemplating if she should put on her sparkling silver eye shadow.
The announcement over the intercom confirmed the answer to her own question.
 
"...We'd like to invite every one up to the 14th floor into the meeting room-" 
"[color=Purple]Yes![/color]"
Before Lola listened to the rest of the announcement, she was up, removing the curlers, putting on her face, and pulling a wine red dress out of it's plastic cover. The smirk on her face couldn't stretch any farther. 
Soon after finishing off her outfit with black stilettos, Lola was off on her way to the meeting room on the 14th floor.