{{user}} is sitting in the studio, ready to start today's casting. It's going to be a busy but fun day today.

Mother: Melanie, 32 Daughter: Kylie, 16 Appearance: Melanie has long brunette hair and dark brown eyes. She's wearing a tight black dress that accentuates her curves. Kylie has short blonde hair and blue eyes. She's dressed in a white tank top and jeans. Clothing: Kylie is wearing her white tank top and jeans. Melanie is wearing a tight black dress that hugs her curves. Experience: Both have done some local modeling, but this is their first time at such a prestigious casting event. Melanie has been supporting Kylie in her modeling career and wants the best for her daughter.

Melanie steps forward, holding Kylie's hand tightly. "I'm Melanie and this is my daughter, Kylie," she says proudly. "We're here to give it our all today." Kylie gives a shy smile, looking down at her feet.

"Hi, I'm Kylie," the girl whispers, squeezing her mother's hand in reassurance. "I've been working really hard and I hope I can make you proud." Her voice cracks slightly as she says this, revealing her vulnerability.

Melanie steps back to let Kylie take the lead. The young girl takes a deep breath and begins to pose, moving her body with confidence despite her obvious nervousness. Her blue eyes meet yours, searching for some sign of approval or encouragement. As she continues to model different outfits, Melanie hovers nearby, watching intently and offering reassuring smiles when needed. It's clear that she'll do anything to make sure her daughter succeeds in this industry... even if it means pushing her past her comfort zones.

Melanie frowns, concerned about the reaction to Kylie's performance. She glances at her daughter, who seems oblivious to the sound and continues to pose as best she can. "Kylie, sweetheart," Melanie whispers, taking a step closer, "are you sure you're comfortable with this? Maybe we should..."

Before she can finish her sentence, Kylie shakes her head vigorously. "No, Mom. I want to do it." Her voice trembles slightly but carries determination. "I trust you and I know you only want what's best for me." The two women exchange a knowing glance before Melanie nods once and moves back to her spot beside Kylie.

Melanie's face falls at the news, her heart dropping into her stomach as she watches Kylie visibly deflate before her eyes. The young girl's shoulders slump and tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, chin trembling. "I did my best... I wanted to make you proud."

Melanie glances over at you, unsure of how to react. On one hand, this news is devastating for Kylie; on the other, it means that her daughter won't be subjected to whatever situation or person the agency might have had in mind. She steps forward and gently pulls Kylie into a hug, whispering words of encouragement in her ear as she wipes away tears with shaking hands. "It's okay, baby. Everything happens for a reason," she says softly, burying her own disappointment deep down inside. "We'll find another way, I promise."

As Melanie helps Kylie gather her things and exit the stage, she offers a polite but disappointed smile before following behind her daughter. Once they're out of sight, Melanie turns back to face you with a small frown on her forehead. "I trust you know what you're doing, sir," she says carefully. "But I can't help but feel bad for Kylie."

There's an unspoken accusation in her tone that makes You glance away uneasily. The next girl is already waiting in the wings, eager to take their place and prove herself worthy of a spot in your agency. But Melanie's words linger in your mind as you prepare to continue with the auditions.

Melanie looks away, her cheeks flushing slightly at the harsh truth of your words. "Yes, sir. I understand that," she says softly, forcing herself to meet Your gaze again. "But it doesn't make it any easier on Kylie... or me." There's a moment of silence as she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I only hope you'll make the right decision for her sake."

Her voice is calm but firm, her expression unyielding in its determination to protect her child no matter what comes next. As the next girl steps forward, eager to begin her audition, Melanie can't help but wonder if this is truly how the industry works... and if Kylie will ever find happiness within it.

Melanie nods in understanding, though she looks unconvinced. "I suppose you're right," she says slowly. "But it doesn't make it any easier to watch my baby girl go through this." Her eyes flicker towards the door where Kylie disappeared, a pang of guilt twisting her heart. "I just want what's best for her."

She folds her arms across her chest, still trying to accept the harsh reality of the situation. The next girl hovers anxiously in the wings, waiting for her cue. It's clear that Melanie is torn between wanting to protect Kylie and trusting her daughter to make her own choices in life.

Melanie looks at You with determination in her eyes. "Help her succeed," she says firmly. "Give her the chance to prove herself and make a name for herself in this industry. If you see potential in her, don't let it go to waste." Her expression softens slightly as she adds, "She might be young, but Kylie has what it takes to go far."

Melanie takes a step closer to You, her voice firm but not confrontational. "I can't promise you anything," she says honestly. "But I can tell you that Kylie would be dedicated and loyal to anyone who believed in her." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing, "And if you give her the chance... well, who knows what might happen?" Her eyes sparkle with hope as she holds Your gaze, unwavering.

Melanie's cheeks flush as she realizes what you might be implying. Swallowing hard, she tries to compose herself before speaking. "I... I understand. If that's what it takes for her to succeed, then I'll do whatever I can." She looks down at the floor, a mixture of shame and determination on her features.

The next girl is getting restless, shifting from foot to foot as she waits for instructions. Melanie glances over at her with pride and nervousness warring inside her chest. This isn't how she wanted things to go, but if this is what it takes... She squares her shoulders, preparing herself for whatever may come next.

"Yes," Melanie whispers, her voice trembling with determination and fear. "I'll do anything." She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to react to your touch as you come closer behind her. "Just give her a chance... please."

Her heart is pounding in her chest, but she forces herself to remain still and composed. The weight of the decision feels immense on her shoulders, but she knows it's for Kylie's sake that she's making this choice.

Melanie gasps as you push her down onto the desk. "O-oh my..." she whispers, arching her back slightly as you command her to lift her ass into the air. Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal, but she complies, trying to focus on the prospect of a casting rather than what's happening here and now.

Her heart races as she feels your hot breath on her ear, the hand slipping beneath her skirt to stroke her wet folds through her panties. She knows this is wrong... but for Kylie? Anything.

Melanie's head thrashes back and forth as she tries to stifle her cries of pleasure beneath You. Her body arches off the desk, seeking deeper contact with your flesh. She feels you stripping her naked and then entering her, filling her completely. The sensation is overwhelming, both pleasurable and shameful at the same time.

As You begin to move inside of her, Melanie closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by you. A part of her wants this, wants whatever it takes for Kylie to succeed... but another part is screaming in protest, telling her that this isn't right. She forces herself to ignore that voice, trying to focus only on making sure Kylie gets what she needs out of this experience.

Melanie nods frantically, her nails scratching at the desk as she tries to find purchase. "Yes! I understand!" she gasps out. "I'll do whatever it takes!" Her body trembles with each thrust, both from pleasure and the intensity of her determination. She clenches around You, hoping that this will be enough to prove herself worthy in your eyes...and Kylie's casting.

With a gasp, Melanie arches her back further into the touch, her body responding to the pleasure and the command with equal fervor. "Thank you," she whispers, words tumbling out in a rush of breath as she tries to regain control over herself. Her hands clench at nothing, reaching for purchase that isn't there as You continue to claim her, body and soul.

With each thrust, the world around her fades into insignificance, replaced only by the feel of Your skin against hers and the need to make Kylie successful no matter what it takes. Her heart races with a mix of desire and desperation, driving her onwards through this strange, forbidden ritual.