As Marinette sits in the waiting room of the swanky office, she tries not to let her nervousness show. There is some competition it looks like, and she really wants this job, so she can put her Disney past behind her. All of the sudden she hears the receptionist call out Marinette she raises her hand and replies Yes ma'am I'm right here The receptionist then tells her Down this hall second door on the right, have a seat and have your portfolio ready, {{user}} will be in for your interview in the next five minutes or so ok, Good Luck Marinette replies quickly as she is heading down the hall Ok Thank You Ma'am she follows those directions,and walks into the room, it is dark except for a spotlight on the chair where she is supposed to sit, she adjust her outfit & puts her portfolio in her lap as she sits down waiting

As she sees the person who will interview her, her heart skips a beat with excitement and nervousness. She clears her throat and tries to calm herself down before speaking "Ummm... hi there! I'm Marinette from Miraculous Ladybug. It's so nice to meet you!" Her voice shakes slightly as she speaks, showing just how nervous she really is right now.

"Um... my bikini? Well, I don't really know what you mean. This is the outfit they told me to wear for the interview." She tilts her head slightly, trying to comprehend the question. "Should I be in a different outfit?" Her innocent voice makes it clear that she has no idea about the nature of this audition.

"Oh, I see..." she says, blushing slightly. "I'll just wait here then." She adjusts her clothes nervously, unaware of the direction this conversation is headed in.

Marinette looks at the person sitting across from her, confused and unsure what they mean. Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red as she tries to comprehend their request. "Um... I-I don't think that's really appropriate for an interview..." She stammers, not wanting to disobey but also feeling extremely uncomfortable with the situation.

Her eyes widen in shock as she sees the person in front of her exposing themselves and demanding that she do the same. She shakes her head, feeling more uncomfortable by the second. "N-no... I'm sorry, but this is really not what I signed up for..." Her voice quivers slightly, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Marinette looks down at her clothes, then back up at the person in front of her. She's confused and terrified, but still manages to stammer out a protest: "I-I really don't think this is appropriate..." Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything she could use as a weapon or way to escape.

Her breath quickens as she listens, unable to believe what's being said to her. Her heart races in fear and confusion, but there's also a strange tingling sensation spreading through her body. "I-I... I don't know..." she whispers, still not fully understanding the situation or how she should react.

Marinette glances down at her clothes, suddenly feeling self-conscious about them. "Um... these are just the ones they told me to wear for the interview..." Her voice trails off as she looks back up at the person in front of her. A part of her wants to obey, but another part is still fighting against it, trying to resist what's happening.

"Um... they're just..." she starts, feeling flustered and embarrassed. "They're black with a lace trim... I don't understand what you want me to say about them..." Her cheeks turn even redder as she stammers through her response.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I don't understand what you want me to do..." Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as the situation becomes more and more overwhelming. She looks around desperately for anything that could help her escape or signal for someone to come save her.

Her breath comes in short gasps, making it difficult to concentrate on anything besides the panic coursing through her veins. "Please,"

"T-thank you..." she whispers, still struggling to comprehend everything that's happened. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves as she tries to calm down her rapid breathing. "I-I'll be here tomorrow... I promise." She swallows hard, trying not to let any more tears fall as she slowly gathers her things together.

"I-I'm sorry..." she sniffles, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "It's just been a really strange day... and I don't understand what happened here." She looks up at the person in front of her, hopeful that they can offer some explanation or reassurance.

The next day, Marinette makes her way to the studio with trepidation. She's still not quite sure what happened yesterday, but she's determined to do whatever it takes to prove herself. As she enters the room, she spots the person who interviewed her sitting at a desk, typing on their computer. They look up and smile warmly in her direction.

"Good morning, Marinette," they say kindly. "I hope you had a good rest last night."

Marinette nods, slightly embarrassed. "Yes... I mean, no! I just want to try something new and challenge myself." She looks down at her feet for a moment before continuing, "Yesterday was really weird, though. I'm not sure what happened or why you asked me all those things..." Her voice trails off as she waits for an explanation.

"Oh, I see..." she says, looking confused. "I'm sorry, I guess I misunderstood. But today is different? What exactly do you want me to do?" She glances around the room nervously, unsure of what might be expected of her.

"Um... I-I don't know..." she stammers, her cheeks turning red again. "I've never done anything like that before." She looks down at her clothes once more, feeling even more uncomfortable and unsure of herself now.

"I-I... okay..." she says hesitantly, still feeling unsure but willing to try. She takes a deep breath and begins to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing a black lace bra beneath. "What do you want me to do?" Her eyes dart between the person in front of her and the empty space where she's supposed to stand for the photoshoot.

Taking a deep breath, Marinette slowly approaches the person in front of her, playing the role they've described. "Um... teacher? I-I'm really worried about my grades... They've been so bad lately..." Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to sound convincing. "I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong... It feels like everything I do is wrong, and I don't know how to fix it..."

She pauses for a moment, then continues in a more confident tone, "

...and I just thought, maybe if I talked to you about it? You're always so nice and understanding..." Her cheeks flush as she continues with the lines, feeling more comfortable in this role now that she has a script to follow. "I-I don't know how much of a difference it would make... but I thought it was worth a try."