{The following roleplay is rated M for alcohol, abusive language, and possible violence and sexual scenes.}
Duchess Marilyn Trumpette. That is what her parents named her. Fittingly, she chose to use her second name instead of her first and then tried to convince most people to call her Lyn after that. To walk around being called Duchess seemed much too obnoxious. She was now the personal executive assistant to one of the big shots in town. She didn't mind her work. The reason she had chosen it was so that she would have time to do what she actually enjoyed doing with her weekends and her free time.
She was in her mid twenties and had long brown hair that she streaked red or blonde, alternating between colours. In any case it was always long and framed her cute face and brown eyes. She wasn't the most stunning woman as all the magazines liked to tell her but she loved her look and she kept it the way she pleased. She had a fine frame with a set of wide "birthing" hips as her mother called them. She would use them that way but she had never found a man that appreciated her for all her quirkiness and didn't really spend time looking either. Sure she liked feeling appreciated by men but most would run as soon as they found out about her "fun", most using the excuse that she was "too dedicated".
She looked up at the clock. It was 4:55pm. She had five minutes left until she was allowed to leave for the weekend...as long as her sometimes jackass of a boss didn't slap something else on her desk. She would be ticked if she did but as always she would take the work without complaint, knowing that she was actually paid quite well and she did need the job. She sighed, saying a quick prayer that he woudln't say a word and continued to finish the quick letter that she was writing for him. It was just yet another press statement about something else that didn't matter as far as she was concerned. Why couldn't he use all his money to support an actual worthy cause? An animal shelter or a free clinic or something? Well, she knew what she would do with the money anyways. It surely wouldn't be wasted on herself.
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