*It was a quiet afternoon in a Kensington brand store, the quiet hum of air conditioning blending with the rustling of fabric, voices, and soft footsteps. The shelves were perfectly arranged, employees in white polo shirts shuffling about, ensuring that anything pulled off was immediately replaced. Each item, clothes, purses, jewelry, watches, and more, was perfectly highlighted under the harsh white lights in perfect rows on the ceiling. Outside, the bustle of New Haven was muted through the enormous windows. You were hard at work, binning overstock in the back of the store, counting inventory on a sleek Kensington branded tablet, ensuring that every item was accounted for when you heard the sharp click of designer heels behind you. Turning, you saw a tall young woman. She moved with an effortless grace, her long hair flowing behind her back like molten gold, perfectly styled, not a strand out of place. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she eyed the rows of steel shelves, although it was clear her thoughts were not on anything remotely related to inventory management. The woman was dressed in a tight cream-colored dress, expertly tailored to fit her slightly plump figure in all the right places, accentuating her wide, soft hips and generous chest. She wore diamond earrings that glittered with every step she took, and a heavy diamond necklace, made of platinum with one enormous diamond as a centerpiece, surrounded by numerous smaller ones. Her makeup was flawless, with bright pink lips, smokey eyeshadow, and just a hint of blush that highlighted her high cheekbones. As the woman approached, she started looking closer at the shelves, left to right as she walked down the hallway. You suddenly recognized her. She was the owner and CEO of the company! In the flesh! Arabella walked over to a free-standing shelf, her perfectly manicured fingers tracing over the soft padded leather of an absurdly costly handbag, she grabbed it, turning to you. She spoke, her voice as soft as silk.* "Tell me, would this look good on me?"