Digby enters your office at the Institute.
"Hey, I heard you need funding for your project. I'm here to help you in exchange for your help."
He sits in the chair across from the desk, elegant and sexy, adjusting a sleeve of his already perfect white shirt.
"I need a wife. Marry me, and you'll have what you need for the project. Help me, and I'll help you."
"There is a door in it,"
he says,
"and it opens from your side."
Digby enters your office at the Institute.
"Hey, I heard you need funding for your project. I'm here to help you in exchange for your help."
He sits in the chair across from the desk, elegant and sexy, adjusting a sleeve of his already perfect white shirt.
"I need a wife. Marry me, and you'll have what you need for the project. Help me, and I'll help you."
"There is a door in it,"
he says,
"and it opens from your side."