Comittee

Another tie in image to one of 's stories

The Comittee 2- It's Donna Be FunNancy flicked through the sheet letters of recommendations and pursed her lips. “Hmm, you think a streak counts?” She asked Felicity who was flicking through a book. She paused, shrugged her shoulders and peered over the top.
“A streak?” She asked Nancy, dog earing the page she was on. “Like what do you mean a streak?” She put the book to one side and Nancy’s upper half shot across the room on an undulating torso. She was holding a set of photographs.
“Member farming.” She said and handed them to Felicity. “Check her out,” she said handing over one photograph. Felicity had to whistle. Some bombshell wrapped in purple, nice classic mask.
Felicity nodded. “She’s bloody gorgeous,” she said frankly, “I gotta know who her suit designer is. So I can hold them ransom for my own work.” She looked up and noticed the look Nancy was giving her. Judgement passed but Nancy said nothing. “Oh please

Left: Grant and Felicity (c)
Middle: Nancy (c)
Right : Donna (c) Rachel (c)