The woman with the ponytail and leather gloves entered the lobby, her boots clicking on the marble floor. She approached the receptionist, who was a young man with short hair and a goatee. He handed her a stack of glossy prints and

The woman with the ponytail and leather gloves entered the lobby, her boots clicking on the marble floor. She approached the receptionist, who was a young man with short hair and a goatee. "Excuse me," she said in a sultry voice, "I'm looking for some photos of myself." The receptionist smiled and handed her a stack of glossy prints. As she flipped through them, she noticed that there were no other women in any of them. She looked up at the receptionist with a questioning look on her face. "Where are all the other women?" she asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "We don't have any available right now."