"Dahhhling! Come, come" said Molie Macchu as she grabbed Darla's perfectly rounded shoulders and planted a kiss on each of her cheeks. "Now, have you modelled before?"

"Uh no," said Darla, debating whether to call her Miss or Madame, "Miss."

"Oh, please, call me Molie!"

"Ok, Molie," she said, playing with her fingers as she did whenever she was nervous.

"Hunny, it's a name, not last years Gucci purse, say it with pzaz!" said Molie, throwing her arms in the air. "Now, show me your walk,"

"Walk? Err, walk right!" I thought they taught you that! thought Darla as she made her way to the opposite end of the room. She tried her best to model some of the walks she'd seen on the runway whenever she watched fashion shows.

"Hmm," said Molie, scribbling something on a pad of paper. "Now, how do you feel about modeling naked?"

Darla gulped, "Naked?" she squeaked. She coughed to clear her voice, "I mean naked? Sure! Why not?"

"Perfect!" said Molie, jumping up. "Now, I think that's it . . ."

That's it? thought Darla.

"I'll have my people call your people ok? Ciao!" said Molie, practically shoving Darla out the door. Darla jumped as the door shut behind her. That had been tough.

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