She giggles playfully, picking the phone up, her heel still digging lightly into the boss’ chest as she makes a few calls, and continues to expand her menagerie.

their gaze. “I’m gonna need your full cooperation, baby.” She purrs, grinning as she leans her hands back on the desk, a heeled foot on the boss’ chest to push them back when they lean forward. “No no no, not too eager now. You can have some, if you let me borrow your employees for a while. M’kay?”

She flashes a smile and walks up to the desk, snatching the phone from the boss. “Time to cancel your appointments. I have a business proposal.” Lana takes a seat on the desk, grabbing the boss by their tie and pulling them in close. They’re mesmerized, protests dying in their throat as Lana holds

smirk, gesturing for someone to dim the lights as she takes to the couch with her three chosen companions.

not. Come on over.” She sets her feet down, ignoring the protests of the two she had tasked with the pedicure. Stretching her arms, she gets up from her chair and instructs the rest of the people attending to her to join the audience. “Oh, I am truly starved. No time to waste.” Lana says with a-

just sit and enjoy the show if you get unlucky, alright?” She speaks to them like they’re idiots. They might as well be, with the hold she has over them. “Let’s see here… You, red shirt- no, no. The other red shirt. Yes, you. And uh… in the back, with the curls. And your friend too, sure, why-

giving her a pedicure. Beside her another offers a glass of expensive whiskey, which she downs like it’s nothing and then hands back. Comfortably she leans back, waving her hand at the gathering consisting largely of men. “Quiet, quiet. Listen, I can’t spend time with all of you so you should-

unassuming. Until she smiles at them, and gestures down to the man down below. "We have a straggler. Please deal with him?" Although phrased like an innocent request, even paired with the batting of eyelashes, it's anything but. It's an order.

Later that evening, a janitor finds the body.

From the upper walkway, Lana watches him shamble about, resting her arms on the railing. "I may have messed that one up a bit too much..." She sighs, shaking her head. Turning around, she faces three people waiting behind her. Much less zombie-like than the man on the lower level. Much more-

finds her way to the apartment she charmed her way into. It’s small, but it works.

She greets her roommate, who replies in a daze and continues to clean.

It’s all so easy, being her. Anything she could possibly want is at her fingertips. But alas, she still wants more.