The girl tried on various outfits given to her by Whitney, lapping them up and praising her fashions with each chance she got. Whitney made sure to flatter her and raise up her ego slowly, making her as welcomed and esteemed as possible.
She'd worked for a bit, now she decided to bring up her attitude. As she was refreshing her face with some makeup, she started giving her dating and beauty tips. A nerdy cashier was trying on cream to cover her acme, and Whitney say it as a perfect opportunity.
"Haha, I didn't know they had makeup for dogs! Totes gross." She quipped.
"It's okay doggie, someday there will be canine beauty parlors to fix up disgusting mutts everywhere, than all of them can be beautiful! Well, not you. But most of them!"
She burst into cruel laughter. Her accomplice started to chuckle along, and Whitney eye'd her carefully ensuring she'd follow suit. The girl cleared her throat, here was the test to see if she could appropriate the same attitude as her caretaker.
