Coral fidgeted in a shuttered off corner of the lower casino area.  She still wasn’t 100% sure what she was meant to be doing there.  She was sent to do whatever people think she’s supposed to do, but no one has told her what that is!  Three separate entities had yelled at her before sending her off in another direction to be someone else’s problem.  Honestly she would have left long ago, if she wasn’t contractually bound.
Kicking her feet in misery, Coral glanced up to the entryway.  She needed to find another higher up to yell at her, since it seemed that was what they had decided she was supposed to be doing.  After all, what good were all those managerial positions if they didn’t have underlings to blow steam off at?  It wasn’t glamorous, but it was honest work.  Coral just hoped the line of abuse wasn’t too long before she could go home.  She always hated motivational type assignments, they always wound her up in just the wrong way.
Moving to take a step forward, she immediately froze.  The white and red Ena from earlier, she was back.  Traversing the lower levels searching for some unknown purpose.  Coral stayed as still as a statue, hoping the lesser being wouldn’t notice her form before passing the side alley.  Not that she had as much hate for Enas as most others seemed to, though she could agree that they were annoying.  No, she just didn’t enjoy fraternizing with someone so chatty.  Every word took precious energy, and creatures that prattled for hours on end with no consideration for the other’s time?  Deplorable.  And it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she was a horribly anxious loser who couldn’t use social grace to talk her way out of a paper bag.  
Coral felt all her muscles slacken as the Ena walked by.  Only to tense again as their head swiveled back in curiosity.  She cursed her unlucky stars as the polygonal pitchwoman slinked her way towards her deadend.  
“Friend!  How fortuitous to meet you once again in such a secluded location!”
“Wh-what does that mean?”
“I can’t abide by onlookers attempting to swipe in on my amazing deals when I’m trying to focus on my favorite customer!”
Coral squirmed in mild discomfort.  “I’m… your favorite customer?  But I haven’t bought anything from you.”
“EVERYONE’S MY FAVORITE CUSTOMER, LOBELESS!  IT JUST DEPENDS WHO’S STANDING IN FRONT OF ME!”  Coral squeaked at the sudden change in demeanor.  She knew Enas were two-faced (sometimes even three or four faced), but the switch always caught her off guard.  The amount of instability in their species seemed unwise, but computer biochemistry had never been her strong suit in school.  Regardless, most seemed to get by in one way or another.  Though she had seen a number of discarded mannequins in this door section.
“Apologies, dear patron,’ Ena started in her (physically and emotionally) softer side, ‘I merely meant to imply that whoever’s request is most pertinent holds the lion’s share of my  attention.”  She finished with a sweeping motion of arms moving up and back down.
Coral understood the tactic, she just didn’t think the other would be so brazen in their honesty.  A risky move depending on who it was played against.  That or the Ena was stupid or didn’t care.  It was really hard to tell with their shifting emotions.  ‘Maybe that’s what makes them such a good salesperson,’ she thought.  Out of all the sales plays, crazy wasn’t a terrible one.
“Okay, that’s fine.  But I’m still on the clock, I’m sorry but I don’t have time for small talk.  Please step aside.”
Ena shuffled slightly to block her path.  “But that’s exactly why I’m here!  I know a secret that can help increase your productivity by tenfold : Warning, following suggested activity does not guarantee 10x productivity. ”
Coral cringed at the forced disclaimer.  Despite the warning, her curiosity peaked.  ‘Even if it’s only a double increase it could still be a net gain.  Might be worth a few minutes of Ena.  But if I hear one mention of pyramids I’m out of here, never again.’
“Fine, what’s your proposal?”
Ena flashed a wide smile at their potential new client.  “FINALLY, SOME SENSE OUT OF THIS ONE.  Now, valued customer, have you ever heard about the wonders of stress relief?”
“Like, scented candles, yoga, and impulse buying?”
“Yes yes, all wise and valuable tools.  But I was considering the application of something more physical.”
“I don’t get your meaning.”
“Well, to put it bluntly, when you and I first laid eyes, one couldn’t help to notice how ill at ease you seemed.  PRINTER INK WAS PRACTICALLY SWEATING OUT YOUR PORES.  It almost made me wish I could help to alleviate some of that tension.  Alas, we parted ways, such is life.”  Ena looked off forlornly, only to refocus her attention with a delighted expression.  “But after my most recent post-death experience, who do I find racking in some overtime?  My most recent business compatriot!”  Coral did not bother to correct them on the level of intimacy in their relationship.  Ena barreled on, too into her pitch to notice any mild irritation coming off the other.  “So, I thought I'd offer her my most exclusive explicit wares.  Namely, me.”
Coral gawked at the Ena.  She was at least 98% sure of what she had said, but she needed to get confirmation.  “O-okay, just to be perfectly transparent, this proposal is of a… sexual nature…?”
“I’M ASKING IF YOU WANT TO BONE, BOZO.  I CAN SEE YOU STRAINING OUT OF THOSE TOO TIGHT PANTS WITH BARELY A GLANCE.  HOW DO YOU WALK AROUND IN THOSE ALL DAY?”
Coral’s parch-white skin went a shade whiter at the thought that any of the other entities in this casino gateway could see her “straining”.  She was sure Ena was exaggerating, most likely to get a rise out of her.  Sales Tactic #43: Heightened blood pressures give a 50% chance of a doubled rise in sale success.  She wished she knew less about business to not see through her spiel so easily.  It irked her that the tactics seemed to be working regardless of her knowledge.  “Is this all supposed to be for my benefit or yours?”
Ena looked scandalized.  “The very accusation!  Why, whether or not I end up getting any enjoyment from the activity is merely a bonus in the grand scheme of pleasing the customer.  I assure you this is very much a one-time deal for no one other than you.”  She emphasized with a pointed poke at the other’s chest.  Coral still seemed unconvinced.  “LOOK, I WON’T LIE AND SAY I DON’T WANT THIS.  BUT IS THAT REALLY GONNA MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO HOW IT FEELS FOR YOU?”  She had a point.
Coral rubbed her hand on her cheek in agitation, unsure if she should consider delving into potentially dangerous territory.
Ena impassively observed the display, unperturbed.  “If you harbor some discomfort at the parts I'm equipped with, worry not, I can switch them out with any variety you desire.  My last partner asked for the typical AFAB design, but I can change if requested.”
Coral’s mouth dried up with her inhibitions.  “No, no that’s okay…”
“GOOD, CHANGING’S A PAIN.  Does this mean you’ve accepted the proposal?  I’ll need your signature in triplicate proceeding events.”
“Sure, yeah, whatever, after.”  She tuned them out, no longer caring about productivity increases or possibility for growth.  Coral felt the tightness of her pants for the first time since they had been mentioned earlier.  It seemed certain conditions made Ena’s blathering taunts truthful; namely, the thought of getting laid for the first time in a long time.
Ena nodded her head at the weak affirmation.  She closed in, trapping Coral in a corner. The other knew she could easily escape if