Amy was a high school girl, 18, in her senior year, and extremely driven. Top of her class, she was going to get into a good school, and then get into law school, and be a successful high achiever. Her driven aims contrasted with her petite frame: Amy was only 5'0'', maybe even less. Cute as a button, she had a cute little nose, almond shaped grey eyes, and a sunny smile. Her B cup breasts were the perfect size for her slender frame, and she was secretly proud of her pert little derriere.
She sat, filling in her details, looking at some of the trials, wrinkling her nose at how suspect some of them sounded. She was saving for college, but she wasn't that willing to do anything. But this one looked appealing. Specialty cocktails, aimed for a high end line for exclusive parties. That sounded perfect! She went and handed the paperwork to Melody, who flashed her a smile. "Oh, excellent, I can get you started on this trial!" She led Amy to a small room, quiet, discreet. It looked like an olde time speakeasy, with dim lighting, mahogany panelling. Amy sat in the one chair, a high backed armchair with a small table beside it.
"I'll let you choose one from our tester menu," Melody smiled, handing Amy a sheet of paper with some drinks names on it. No ingredients were listed, it was only noted as a 'special proprietary blend'