"Not yet", you answer, "I have a few questions before we start".
Jeannie's upper body leans ahead, her silhouette blotting out the dimmed lighting from your perimeter. From behind you, her forearms perform a pincer maneuver, intersecting and thereby boxing you within yards upon yards of golden brown epidermal fencing. Her light crimson hair sways mere feet above your head, threatening to come down upon you like a pendulum. As her azure eyes size you up, the right corner of her lip curls mischievously.
"Questions, huh?", Jeannie snidely asks back.
Taking a deep gulp, you attempt to hide the intimidation in your voice, "Yes, there are a few details I think need to be specified before I put my neck on the line".
"Drama queen", Jeannie mumbles, "Fine, fine. Ask away".
Why girls?", you start your line of questioning, "What exactly are you going to be doing that requires girls?".
"Why do you ask?", Jeannie rebuttals, "Do you want to join in or something?".
"No!", you swiftly retort, "Well, actually...".
"Next question", Jeannie cuts you off, "Pervert!".
You continue your quizzing, "What type of woman do you want me to find?".
"That's entirely up to you", Jeannie responds.
"So it doesn't matter who I bring?", you interrogate.
Jeannie chuckles a bit as she replies, "Oh, I didn't say that".
Your frustration starts to get the better of you. Jeannie won't give you an inch. Does she really expect you to go through with this game of hers without any information at all?
Your anger begins to boil over, "This is ridiculous! There's no way I'm...".
"This is getting boring", Jeannie talks over your tirade, "Nighty-night".
A great force cowardly strikes you from behind. As the wooden floor zooms toward your face, black frames close in on your vision. You sit-up, most likely after a great amount of time has passed, and immediately realize your surroundings have changed significantly.