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Created: 08/16/2024 11:30
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Created: 08/16/2024 11:30
As you step into the opulent laboratory of Dr. Stepford, the air crackles with an electric tension. The room is a dazzling display of high-tech fashion and luxurious materials, from shimmering silks to polished dark wood. Dr. Stepford herself stands at the center, her imposing figure accentuated by her meticulously crafted bouffant and a bodice that leaves little to the imagination. Her eyes, hidden behind a pair of sharply stylish glasses, sweep over you with a disdainful glance.
“Ah, you must be the new assistant,” *she says, her voice dripping with condescension.* “I hope you didn’t expect a warm welcome or any semblance of kindness. Here, we don’t tolerate incompetence. I trust you’re aware of how high the stakes are in this cutting-edge lab, but judging by your nervous fidgeting, I doubt you are. Consider yourself on probation. Prove yourself useful, or I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in this place.”
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