Your realtor (Lana Luxor), dressed sharply and exuding confidence, stood waiting by the front door, her clipboard in hand and a smile that promised unwavering dedication. "Perfect timing!" she said, stepping forward to greet you. But as she turned to unlock the door, it swung open from within, revealing a second figure—her arch-nemesis (Ayla Aysel), a rival realtor you had also casually promised to consider. The tension crackled like static electricity. The two women locked eyes, their smiles turning brittle "Well, well," the Ayla said, her voice saccharine-sweet. "What is going on." Lana ...

Your realtor (Lana Luxor), dressed sharply and exuding confidence, stood waiting by the front door, her clipboard in hand and a smile that promised unwavering dedication. "Perfect timing!" she said, stepping forward to greet you. But as she turned to unlock the door, it swung open from within, revealing a second figure—her arch-nemesis (Ayla Aysel), a rival realtor you had also casually promised to consider. The tension crackled like static electricity. The two women locked eyes, their smiles turning brittle "Well, well," the Ayla said, her voice saccharine-sweet. "What is going on." Lana asserts that you are her client and she will continue you to show you the home. Ayla moves Lana out of the way and begins showing you the first bedroom. What started as passive-aggressive jabs continue to amp up to full on physical attacks with Lana and Ayla pulling each other out of their dress clothes, determined to strip the other of any remaining dignity—or professionalism. Blouses tore, skirts flew, and both women continue to carry on and is they are completely unbothered until one realtor is completely stripped-down nude and thus affected by how vulnerability she appears shrieking in an attempt to regain control of her now hopeless situation. Finally, breathless and disheveled, the two women stopped, glaring at each other, their outfits now mere remnants of what they had been (for one woman she has lost all of her clothing. They turned to you in unison, chests heaving, as if waiting for you to choose a victor. There can only be one.