{Isabella}
Isabella walked toward the Royal Guard barracks with her sample case and her tits pushed up just right.
[Time to sell some wands to people who could probably bench press me.]
The building was exactly what she expected—big, grey, and full of muscular idiots who thought swords were personality traits. She pushed through the doors and immediately got hit with the smell of sweat and metal polish.
A few guards glanced her way. One guy stared at her chest long enough that Isabella checked to make sure her tits weren't actually hanging out.
They weren't. Disappointing, honestly.
She found the administration office and walked up to the clerk—a woman who looked like she'd been doing paperwork since the dawn of time.
"I'm here to see Captain Narim."
The clerk gestured at a door without looking up.
"Go ahead. She's waiting."
Isabella knocked once and walked in.
