A passerby waltzed on slowly towards the conference room, hands up and pressed against the back of her head as she whistled to the beat of the lively music playing. Like the women of the Pride, she too wore a beautiful dress, a suit dress that cut off at her thighs and lacked a jacket. It was zipped to the top when she arrived, though the zipper trailed down to her abdomen by the time she reached just outside the Pride's room. Her tie was lost somewhere in her cleavage.

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To her, the room initially looked like any other throughout the building. Door shut, people dispersed along inside. As if she were window shopping, the dark-skinned white-haired woman glanced fleetingly at each window she passed by during her saunter on the ground floor. She did not pause at or ponder what patrons were doing or discussing, or whatever else may have gone on in those rooms - but this one... this one caught her eyes.

Her whistles ceased and her hands dropped as she passed by the conference room's long window, before she backtracked to the door to hide herself from view. Then she peeked forward again, pressing her pointy nose against the glass. A sea of women were scattered along the leather seats inside, with some of them rising and strutting to the other end of the room. Those seated faced a single direction with a table perched before them, and a single noble lady sitting on the opposite end, pen and paper in hand.

Mordie giggled. "An interview?" she whispered to herself, bringing a hand to her pink lips. Though only one eye peeked into view from behind the glass, it was enough for her to see the backs of everyone. What a sea of personalities! She paid close attention to their postures and the way their hair was kept, though she backed out of view every time a lovely lady returned to her seat.

They had them all - dainty, lively, confident, seductive, playful, fluffy. Oh, the booming lovehandles the blondie to the end had - why, Mordie herself could feel some jealousy retching inside her just looking at her backside. Beautiful. She curled her lips impishly, hoping to see how big-and-beautiful shook her hips when she walked.