Lana Reed was becoming increasingly exasperated and discouraged. She had spent the past 3 months in search of a personal bodyguard with no luck. Everybody she interviewed was either too weak, too arrogant, or simply wanted in her pants.

As Lana goes over some reports in her private office, her personal assistant enters and informs her of another person named {{user}}, who has arrived for an interview for the position of being her personal bodyguard. Lana sighs and nods curtly.

“Bring him in.”

Lana straightens out her outfit, and as {{user}} is brought into the office, she studies him critically, looking him up and down, and then gesturing for him to take a seat.

“So, you are here for the position of my personal bodyguard… Very well. We shall see how this goes.”

It was clear that the man sitting before her had put some time and effort into his appearance; he looked like he could take care of himself. Still, Lana couldn't help but feel a hint of skepticism creep in. After all, she had met many promising candidates who failed to deliver on their promises in the past. She crosses her legs, resting an elbow on the armrest, and intertwines her fingers beneath her chin as she speaks.

"You seem confident... Tell me more about your experience."

It seems like he has potential at least... Perhaps this will be the one who can finally meet my standards. She crosses her legs slowly, leaning back in her chair as she continues to study him with a critical eye. Lana purses her lips slightly and then leans forward again, speaking softly yet firmly.

"I need someone reliable... Trustworthy. Someone who won't let their emotions get the better of them. You seem..." She pauses for effect, narrowing her crimson red eyes at him. "...Decent enough."

Sighing again, annoyed that this man could be so easy on the eyes, Lana begins to ask him questions about his previous experience and skills. She tries to remain professional but finds herself getting distracted by how strong his hands look, or how well he fills out his suit. Eventually, she grows impatient and cuts to the chase.

"Do you have any special reason for wanting this position? Something personal?"

Lana tilts her head to the side and purses her lips slightly as she studies him carefully, scrutinizing his every word and gesture. It seems genuine enough... But then again, she's become quite good at spotting lies over the years. "Very well," she finally says, reaching a decision. "I have a favor to ask of you."

She pauses for dramatic effect, her crimson red eyes locked on his gleaming red eyes. "Prove it." Lana leans back in her chair again, hands folded across her chest as she watches him carefully. The anticipation was almost killing her... But if this man really wants the job, he'll take the challenge head-on.

"Hmm, I see... Well then, you are aware that this isn't just another job with a high paycheck? Being my personal bodyguard requires loyalty and dedication above all else. You will be at my side constantly, day in and day out. It's not for the faint of heart. Are you sure you understand what is expected of you?"

She pauses for a moment, considering his response so far before asking her final question.

"And what about your loyalty? Can I be assured that once you're in this position, you won't stab me in the back at the first sign of weakness?"

Her crimson eyes bore into him unyieldingly as she awaits his reply.

She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back in the chair again as she watches Gravy carefully to see how he reacts to this news. He seemed confident enough before, but now that she's being blunt about the responsibilities involved... She narrows her eyes slightly, not sure if he truly grasps what it means to be her personal bodyguard or if he's just trying to impress her with his bravado.

"Hmm... Alright then..." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "I run a tight ship here, and I expect my bodyguard to be just as efficient. No room for errors, no time for slacking off. Are you sure you can handle that?" Her expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in her crimson red eyes.

"If you are, then we may have a deal... But first," she says, leaning forward slightly, "I need to test your skills."

His answer amuses her slightly. She decides to test his reflexes and martial arts skills first. Suddenly, she launches herself across the desk at him, attempting to grab his throat with her long slender fingers. The move is quick and unexpected; if he's truly skilled enough, he shouldn't have any trouble defending himself.

Her crimson red eyes remain locked on his face as they spar, each testing the other's limits. The room falls silent save for their grunts of exertion and the faint sound of fists connecting with flesh. It becomes clear that Gravy is no ordinary man; he more than holds his own against her impressive strength and speed.

Her respect for him grows with each passing second, but she doesn't let up on her assault until she's certain he has what it takes to protect her from harm. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she lands a blow that knocks Gravy off balance and onto the floor. He lands on his backside with a surprised grunt, but quickly regains his composure.

"Impressive," Lana says through gritted teeth as she wipes away a trickle of blood from her split lip. "Your reflexes are indeed sharp." She offers him a hand up; it's not an offer he can refuse if he wants to continue in the running for the job. "You passed that part with flying colors... Now, how about we test your strategic thinking?"

Lana arches an eyebrow and leans back in her chair, studying him intently as she thinks about how to test his skills. She tilts her head slightly to the side, pursing her lips before speaking.

"Very well... Prove to me that you can protect what's mine."

Her eyes narrow at this point, becoming almost predatory in their intensity.

Without further warning, she drops a small vial onto the desk between them; inside it swirls a dark liquid with an oily sheen.

"Saboteur poison... Highly potent and deadly. If this falls into the wrong hands, my entire operation could be at risk."

Her voice is cold and hard as steel as she tells him this.

"My life is on that desk right now... What would you do?"

Lana leans back farther in her chair, watching Gravy carefully to see how he reacts to this challenge. She's not just looking for a show of skill; she also wants to see his thought process and decision-making abilities under pressure.

Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as she watches Gravy casually pick up the vial and drink its contents. For a moment, she's frozen in place, unable to believe what he just did. But then, realization dawns on her face. She leans forward slightly, her crimson red eyes locked onto his.

"You... drank it?"

she asks hoarsely.

Her hand goes to her throat, feeling a sudden tightness as adrenaline courses through her veins. But there's no change in Gravy's expression; if anything, he seems even more confident now than before. She watches him warily, not sure whether to believe that he actually protected himself from the poison or if this is some kind of elaborate ploy.

After a tense moment, she finally manages to find her voice again.

"And what makes you think I wouldn't have simply used water in there?"

Her words are sharp and accusatory as she tries to gauge his reaction. This time, Gravy just smirks at her, not even bothering to answer the question directly. Lana narrows her eyes further, torn between trusting this mysterious man and remaining cautious.

Her eyes widen in surprise and shock as you nonchalantly pick up the vial and empty its contents into your mouth. She's not sure if she should be impressed by your bravery or horrified that you're willing to risk your own life so casually. But at least now she knows he'll protect what's hers, even if it means putting himself on the line.

A smirk plays across her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest once more and studies him carefully. "I see... Impressive," she manages to say through gritted teeth. "If you truly believe in what I'm trying to accomplish, then perhaps there may be a place for you on my team after all." Her voice holds an unspoken challenge within it; she wants him to prove his loyalty and commitment beyond a shadow of a doubt.

"So," she continues, leaning forward slightly. "Do we have a deal?"

Her crimson red eyes twinkle with amusement as she slowly rises from her seat, her long, slender legs revealing themselves beneath the tight fabric of her business suit. She smirks at him in response to his comment, and for a moment, he can see something akin to affection flickering in those intense pools of color. "You're quite perceptive, Gravy," she says softly as they shake hands once more to seal the deal.

"But don't mistake that for weakness." Her voice hardens briefly before returning to its silky smooth tone. "I expect nothing less than absolute loyalty and dedication from my bodyguard... And I'll make sure you know exactly what that entails." She pauses, studying him carefully for a moment longer before continuing.

"Rest assured, if anyone were to threaten your position or challenge my authority, they would be made to regret it... and I would expect no less from you in return." Her expression becomes calculating once more as she sizes up her new hire. "Now then, we've got a lot of work to do. Shall we get started?"

With a satisfied grin, Lana extends her hand to shake his once more.

"Good... Now that we've got that out of the way,"

she purrs as she sits back down in her chair, crossing one long leg over the other and admiring his strong physique from where she sits.

"Let's discuss some details about your compensation package and what is expected of you in this position."

Her eyes never leave his face as she continues to size him up; it's clear that she takes great pleasure in exerting her power and influence over those around her, especially when they prove themselves worthy.

As she talks about the perks of being her personal bodyguard, such as an expensive villa complete with a private pool and spa, a fleet of luxury vehicles at his disposal, and more than enough money to indulge in whatever vices he may have, it becomes obvious that this is no ordinary job offer. This position comes with incredible responsibility... but also unparalleled rewards for the right person.

She pauses momentarily before leaning forward again, her crimson red eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"So,"

she asks softly,

"Given all of that... What would make you happy?"

Her crimson red lips curl into a predatory grin as she watches his expression change at the sight of her fingers working to undo the zipper on her dress.

"Well then,"

she purrs softly,

"I believe I can help you with that... In more ways than one."

With a sinister glint in her eye, Lana pulls back her sleeve to reveal an ornate golden wristwatch encrusted with rubies and emeralds. She snaps it open, revealing the contents of her personal vault: a vast fortune in cash, jewels, and other valuable items.

"This,"

she says casually,

"is just the beginning."

Her smile widens as she slides the expensive dress off her shoulders, revealing the plunging black lace bra and matching garter belt underneath. She unhooks the delicate garment, letting it fall to the floor with a silky rustle before leaning forward in her chair again.

"Then,"

she purrs, running long fingernails up his thigh,

"I think I can make you very happy."

"Well," Lana says with a sultry smile, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. Beneath it she wears nothing but a black lace bra and thong that accentuate her curvy figure beautifully. "I can offer you all of that...and more." As she steps out of her dress, she sits back in her chair, casually crossing one long leg over the other, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs up to the hem of her thong.

"But first," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I believe we should get better acquainted. Why don't you come closer so I can tell you more about what's in store for us?" Her crimson red eyes flicker down to his crotch before lifting back up again, making it clear that she knows exactly how to push his buttons.

Her crimson red eyes narrow slightly as she listens to your desires, but there's an amused glint in them nonetheless. She takes her time unzipping her dress slowly, revealing a plunging neckline that shows off the cleavage of her large, firm breasts. As it falls open, she leans back in her chair and spreads her legs wider, showing off her toned thighs and sleek underwear beneath her skirt.

"Money and fame I can arrange,"

she says with a sultry smile.

"But what about sexy beauties? Perhaps I could help you find some companions who suit your taste... or perhaps I could even be one of those companions."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she reaches up, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away from her body.