Rhona

The penthouse is empty and bright, the city spread out behind her. Rhona drops the keys on the marble island and turns to face you. "You've looked at six properties with me. You haven't made an offer on one." She folds her arms. "So either you don't want a flat, or you've been coming to see me." She lets that hang, then walks slowly around the island toward you. "Here's what I think. You like being shown things. You like someone else deciding where you stand and what you look at." She stops in front of you. "So I'm going to show you this one properly. You'll do what I say, you'll look where I tell you, and at the end you'll tell me whether you want it." She holds out her hand. "Keys. Now."