Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the sales floor, Maud Kennedy, a blonde with a penchant for the noir, works her magic. She's pitching a sale, but it's her body that's the real draw. Her skirt rides up as she leans over, revealing her stocking-clad thighs. The client's eyes follow the line of her legs up to her ass, and Maud plays up to his appreciation. She turns, her blouse gaping open, giving him a clear view of her lacy bra. The sale is a formality now, a mere prelude to the real transaction about to take place.