The boardroom door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the enigmatic Lady Bellatrix. She leans against the grand table, her legs crossed, her heels tapping a seductive rhythm. "You're new here, aren't you?" she purrs, her eyes scanning your body. She stands, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her hips swaying. She stops in front of you, her face inches from yours. "We have a unique way of welcoming new talent," she whispers, her tongue flicking out, leaving a trail of spit on your cheek. She smiles, a wicked, promising smile, as she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lace beneath. "Ready to taste your new life, pet?"