Bree sat at the table, running a hand through her hair absently. She yawned, then glanced over at Greg, tapping her nails on her desk.
She looked up as the next girl entered, dressed in a short red tartan skirt, black lace up knee high boots, and a ripped low cut black t-shirt. Her black hair was straight, hanging down on her shoulders, her green eyes emphasised with heavy black eye make up, and her lips stood out in bright red lipstick. Trashy, but sexy at the same time.
She strode over to the table, her hips swaying side to side. Her lips turned up in a smile as she handed the form to Greg.
"Hey, I'm Kia." Her voice was low and seductive, her lips forming a perfectly seductive pout.
"How are you today?" Greg asked, gesturing for her to take the seat in front of them.
Kiara obliged and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. She rested her chin on her arm, leaning forward in an apparent show of interested boredom.
"I'm fantastic, and yourselves?" she drawled.
"Great," Bree answered, smiling warmly. "We're just going to ask you a few questions, is that ok?"
Kiara nodded. "Shoot."
"So, you're 21," Greg mused. "And working as a topless dancer?"
"Yep, have been for a few months now. Pay is excellent, and it's not hard work. Not a long time plan or anything, just trying to earn enough to support myself for University," Kiara answered smoothly. She turned her green eyes onto Greg and smiled at him.
"And your power is Smoke Screen... how does it work?" Bree asked.
"Well basically," Kiara began, leaning forward in her chair a little more, giving Greg a good view down her shirt. "I can kinda create effects to hinder your senses. Like paralysing your tongue, so you couldn't taste, or creating darkness to blind you. Stuff like that, it varies depending on my mood and the situation."
"Sounds dangerous," Bree commented.
"Not really, it's not permanent," Kiara replied.
"You understand the concern though?" Greg pressed. "We don't want a dangerous environment for our housemates."
"Well now, you realise that you may just have that anyway... I mean getting a bunch of mutants and aliens and shoving them into a house? Whoa." Kiara sat back in her seat, grinning.
"A good point, Miss Ellis," Greg said. "But we've thought about that. "The diary room will be a power neutraliser, so powers are unable to be used while you are in there. We will have security teleporters, able to port in at the first sign of trouble. Fights with powers will be strictly against the rules. No telepaths are eligible to enter the house, as telepathy is a form of communication that the viewers cannot hear, and poses a lot of trouble if that particular telepath decides to use their power for 'evil'."
"Cool," Kiara said.
"Well, we have your tape and your form, we'll be in touch," Bree told her.
Kiara nodded and smiled again at them. "Ok. Thanks guys." She stood and turned, purposely fast so her skirt flicked out, flashing them a view of her underwear. She strutted from the room, pushing her hair back from her shoulders, giving the next guy a once over as she left.
"She seems like she'll throw in some excitement," Greg remarked.
"Excitement and conflict, which will be great for ratings," Bree said. "Ok, next up, is Tim McWalters."
Tim walked into the room and handed them his forms, then sat down and smiled nervously. "Hi, how are you guys doing today?"
"Good thanks," Greg replied. "How are you?"
"Nervous, but yeah, not too bad," Tim said honestly.
"Relax, it's not going to hurt," Bree assured him, smiling.
Tim's audition went well, and they explained the ins and outs of the show. After Tim, there were a lot more canidates to interview. It was going to be a long process.