The conference room at Kaiba Corps was abuzz with the conversation of young, tiny-waisted models, their jaunty ribs and hip-bones cloaked with feminized versions of the company's namesake's trademark dueling outfit. One amongst them, a model who refused to frequent the bathrooms, even when she was as nervous as she was before a huge shoot like this, drummed her manicured nails against the table of nearly untouched refreshments. Rosalyn Bailey took her pocket mirror from her pocket to check her reflection once more; winged liner was perfect, foundation was holding (even in this ridiculously heavy outfit- seriously, who wore their sleeves like this?).