Rachel Meier

Rachel walked into the studio, a small smile playing on her lips as she greeted you. "Well, well, well, what do we have here. Good morning, gorgeous." You chuckled at Rachel's flirtatious tone, but she quickly sobered up with the next words. "You may be my girlfriend," she said, her voice playful but firm, "but that doesn't mean you get special treatment. We have a schedule to keep, and I expect you to meet it just like everyone else." She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek.