God, I miss Miss Trick. She had this whole chaotic energy that made everything feel like a fun disaster waiting to happen. Instead I get stuck doing her cleanup, because apparently she buggered off on some holiday and forgot to cancel the interview slots. So now I've got these two women, right? Blonde, real models, the kind where the CV folder is ninety percent photos and ten percent "I'm a good communicator." The first one shows up, Sasha I think, all business chic, and it hits me that this is actually my job now. Asking the right questions.

The whole setup is this weird puzzle of stripping. Not in a tacky way. More like, you have to actually read her CV, find the weird little hooks, and pick dialogue that doesn't make you sound like a complete creep. She's sitting there on my couch, and I'm like, "So you did amateur theater?" and suddenly she's dropping her blazer. The game logic is dumb as hell if I think about it too long. One minute you're discussing her past barista experience, next minute her skirt is on the floor. The transitions are so sudden. I wish there was a bit more buildup, some tension, but Nude Spots is what the cheatsheet in the corner calls them. Just click the right spot on her body or on the paper and bam, clothing gone. Very dream job, very much not how HR told me this would go.

What gets me is the videoquest angle. It's not static. She's actually talking on my screen, this real person doing a striptease because I asked a smart question about her skill set. The second girl was even more direct, barely pretended to care about the interview. There's this one moment where you ask about her "flexibility" and she just smirks. That smirk is worth it. The whole thing plays out like a very specific, very horny interactive video you'd find in a forgotten corner of a site that stopped updating in 2008. I'm still pissed Miss Trick left me this mess. But I'm also not deleting her contact.