Gia was direct and forthcoming. "Afternoon, new girl," she said, her voice rich and playful as she came closer. "Heard you've been keeping things interesting around here."

Emily straightened, her hands pausing mid-fold, a cautious edge to her tone. "I just work here," she replied, brushing her hair back. She eyed Gia warily, though a spark of curiosity flickered within her. "Can I help you with something?"

Gia's smirk widened, her fingers plucking a transparent bra from the VIP rack, its sheer fabric glinting under the light. "Oh, absolutely. Try this on for me. I bet it'll look stunning on those curves."

Emily's cheeks flushed a soft pink, a warmth creeping up her neck as her resolve hardened, though it wavered under the weight of her own curiosity. "I don't know if that's a good idea," she said, her voice steady but still with a ripple of doubt. She'd heard of Gia from Sara, telling her of... certain customers who may be interesting. Despite the warning, Gia's presence is hard to explain until experienced in person.

Gia tilted her head with a slight smile that promised both challenge and delight. "Come on, humor me," she urged. "Sara should have told you what to do."