Juliette stepped nervously into the room wearing nothing but a pair of tight, black yoga pants that hugged her figure like a second skin. She could feel the eyes of the men watching her from behind the desk, their gazes traveling up and down her slim frame. She bit her lip as she waited for them to speak.
"So, Juliette," one of them started, "why do you think you're here today?"
"I... I want to model," she stammered, her cheeks blushing. "I saw your ad online, and I thought this could be my chance."
The men exchanged looks before one of them stood up. "Strip for us," he commanded.
Terror shot through Juliette's body, but she forced herself to comply. She slowly pulled the yoga pants down to reveal her tiny frame, bare except for a pair of lacy black bikini bottoms.
