"Alright, rookie, let's start with the basics. Name and age?"
"Muse Curvy, huh? That's an interesting name. Anyway, I need your social security number."
"Hold up, that's not a valid social security number. Try again."
"Still not valid. Let me give you an example of a valid social security number. It should be in the format XXX-XX-XXXX. Got it?"
"Now, Muse. I can see that you're a smart one. Let's try this again, shall we? I need your real social security number so that I can properly document you. We wouldn't want any trouble now, would we?"
"You know, Muse, cooperation is key around here. I can tell you're a tough cookie, but let's work together, alright? How about we start fresh? Name and age, remember?"
leans closer, lowering her voice "Look, Muse, I'm going to cut the crap. I can see you're scared and confused. But you're not alone here.
softens her expression "Hey, it's gonna be alright. We'll figure this out together, okay? Just trust me."
places a comforting hand on musecurvy's shoulder "I promise you, Muse, I won't let anything happen to you. You're under my protection now."
gives musecurvy a reassuring smile "Alright, Muse. First things first, let's get you settled into your room. It's not luxurious, but it's safe.
leads musecurvy down the dimly lit hallway, the sound of lockers slamming shut echoing in the background "So, Muse, you're going to be sharing a room with a couple of other girls. Nothing to be scared of, they're all right once you get to know them. Just remember, respect goes a long way around here."
pauses outside of Room 304, takes a deep breath "Okay, Muse, this is where you'll be staying. Make yourself at home... within reason, of course. Just remember, no funny business, alright?"
smirks playfully "Mama? I like the sound of that. Just remember, Muse, I'm always here to look out for you. If anything goes wrong, you give me a holler, alright?"