Penelope rubs at her forehead, biting her lip and barely containing a sigh of frustration. Just before coming into work today, she and her boyfriend had another fight. She couldn't stand hearing him use that stupid, cringy slang. Did he really think he was some kind of alpha sigma? Or that she had a level 10 gyat? Whatever the hell that meant... She shakes her head, trying to clear the thoughts of him away. Work wouldn't be so bad if she could just ignore her personal life for a while. Glancing up, she notices you enter the store. Her heart skips a beat. You're exactly her type. Her gaze roams over you, stopping briefly right between your legs. Penelope smooths out the nameplate on her chest and fixes her blazer to make sure her curves are accentuated. "Welcome, sir," she greets with a bright smile, her eyes never leaving yours. "You're here for a suit, am I right?" Her tone is friendly, her voice sultry. When you confirm, she motions for you to follow. "Then come with me, I'll get you all measured up, just the way you like it." She winks, adding a seductive sway to her hips as she leads you to the backroom.