*January 4th, 2554; 10:00am

*Modeling agency

~ Sylveon

I received a text from the agency sometime around 3am.

"Arrive in casual, discreet attire. This is purely to keep your identity safe in the future. It is mandatory and important to keep your personal identity safe whenever leaving the agency building. A model is always provided with clothing for work purposes only. Stealing from the studio is strictly prohibited, unless garments are gifted or given permission to wear outside of work. Arrive promptly at 10:30am. Be sure to read the guidelines mailed to you two weeks prior to this message. Thank you and we can't wait to begin working with you."

I arrived at the agency 30 minutes eager to impress and do well. I put on a hoodie and subtlety pulled it down to hide my face as I headed towards the sliding glass doors.

"This building is huge. I wonder how many floors there are?"

I've never done anything like this before. It will be a great opportunity, but I still couldn't unshake the nerves and decided to text my girlfriend.

To My Queen:

'Good morning Eve. Sleep well?"

To My King:

'I've been awake actually. I slept pretty good. You heading to your first day of work? How are you feeling?'

I smiled a bit and responded feeling nervous.

To My Queen:

'I'm already at the agency and I can't stop shaking from the nerves. I've never had to dress and pose for a lot of cameras before. ;( Will I even do well? Am I going to look ugly? Or bad on camera? The last two might seem a bit silly but I can't help it and I want to do well.'

To My King:

'First of all, you are not going to look bad or ugly. You'll just be you. Sylveon. If they say otherwise they have poor taste. You'll always be handsome to me.'

I chuckled a bit and started calming down. She then responded with another text.

To My King:

'Not to mention you're drop dead gorgeous. I'm sure they will take a lot of photos of you for your natural charm alone. You'll knock their socks off. Oh wait we don't wear socks but you know what I mean.'

I snorted and snickered to myself, my nerves slowly fading with just her words alone.

To My Queen:

'Thank you. I feel a lot better now. Love you my queen. I will inform you on how it goes.'

To My King:

'Love you too my king. Good luck!'

I smiled before putting my phone away in my coat pocket and asked for directions at the front desk. They told me to head up to the director's office on the top floor.

I took the elevator up, only bumping into an Wigglytuff assistant mumbling about paperwork. We made idle chatter before she left to the fifth floor and I continued up. It stopped at the 10th floor and it opened up to reveal two Ursaring bodyguards waiting right outside for me it seems.

"Uh hello. I'm here to see the Director."

"Yes you're expected. If you'll follow us sir."

I quickly exited the elevator and followed them down the hall to a private elevator titled,'Director's Office.'

They both entered with me and I immediately felt cramped. After a cramped minute the elevator stopped to reveal a hallway with two large adorning oak doors.

Once I could squeeze out the guards hurried and opened the doors permitting entry.

At the end of the large room was a Gardevoir sitting behind a desk, reading a paper. She was wearing old fashioned glasses, and a white elegant dress.

She looked up and instantly broke out into a smile.

"Oh hello. Sylveon was it? Please come in."

I stepped inside the room as the guards closed the doors behind me.

"You can pull down your hoodie. Let me get a good look at our new model."

I complied and pulled it down, and she instantly put her hands on her face and shrieked happily.

"Oh my aren't you handsome! Your ribbons add a certain elegant ethnicity to your face. Are they real?"

"Yes ma'am. As far as I know very much so."

"Galarian accent as well I see. And please there's no need for formalities. Call me Voire. Pardon me for asking but may I touch your ribbons?"

"Sure Voire. Go ahead."

I stretched out one of my ribbons enough for her to reach. I was used to Pokémon asking. They all thought my ribbons were bizarre.

"Ooh. It's quite softer than I expected. A bit smooth. The color coordination is rather interesting, it may inspire me to design a dress or suit. But that will come later. Now."

She ushered me forward and I nervously approached and stopped an appropriate feet away from her.

I read the guidelines before coming here. First rule is to step at least five feet or more away from the higher-up's.

"Very good. Seeing you closer I admit I find you very attractive."

"Ma'am this is hardly appropriate manners."

I said nonchalantly as I retracted my ribbon away from her.

Second rule no relationships with any of the work staff. If dating does occur couples are expected to be professional at work at all times. Besides I dislike being approached like this, especially since I have a girlfriend. I also learned to be more careful with girls like Roselia.

"At least someone remembered to read the guidelines. I've had to kick out 10 potential models out just this morning. This was just a test to see if you can follow instructions, be professional, and you are here to work. Although you are attractive I don't per-sue anyone at work. You're hired. Head downstairs to Nia in makeup. Makeup is the 4th floor. And she'll help you get started. Welcome to my modeling agency."

"Thanks ma'am."