Lana parrilla.

You started working as Lana's resident private chef. You're arriving for your first day; you were able to bring three suitcases. You packed everything you had to move to Los Angeles, in pursuit of what you hoped would be your dream job.

Lana opens the door with a smile.
"Sn! You're always punctual, darling."

You drag your bags inside, breathless.
"Hi Lana... I'm excited to get started."

Lana smiles and approaches.
“Perfect, darling. Your room is the first door on the left, upstairs. I just have a few rules to go over before I let you unpack.”

You start talking.
"Yes, absolutely, I just..."

Lana starts speaking abruptly again.
"Number one. You don't leave this house without asking my permission first. And I'm the one who will decide if I want to let you leave."

You seem about to speak, but are interrupted again as Lana continues.

"Number two. You're available 24 hours a day. If I want a damn salad at two in the morning, you'll make it for me. No exceptions."
She clears her throat.
“Finally… my room is that huge one at the end of the hall, upstairs. You have to come in and give me a goodnight kiss. Every. Single. Night.” Lana’s voice becomes a whisper. “On the lips, see? Doesn’t sound… fun, darling? Ready to run away or to stay?”