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Added 2025-09-09 17:19:00 +0000 UTCAsk Sydney why she's so nervous
"Miss Sweeney," the director's voice was a smooth, rich timbre that seemed to resonate in the very air around them, "you seem a bit... nervous." His smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.
Sydney took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, setting the script down on the coffee table. "It's just the pressure," she replied, her voice a little more steady now, "the scene is quite intense, and I want to make sure I do it justice."
"Maybe loosen up, get into character. Pretend like your nothing more than an airheaded bimbo."
Sydney's eyes widened at the director's blunt words, but she felt a strange thrill at his challenge. She leaned back into the couch cushions, letting her legs fall open slightly. Her heart raced as she began to play the role, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Oh, baby, I've been waiting for you all night," she murmured, imagining the scene in front of her.
The director's eyes gleamed with approval, his gaze raking over her body hungrily. He leaned forward, his large hands resting on his desk. "Good," he said, his voice low and gruff, "very good. Now, let's take it to the next level."
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