Ghostbusters: the Next Generation
Having just gotten back from her other job, Jasmine had arrived at the office four minutes early. Only four minutes. That was late in her book. Arriving in a white tube top bra, sheer blue pantaloons and still wearing some gold jewelry, she rushed to her locker to change with what little time she had. Briefly, she did just that. Emerging from a dressing room, Jasmine was now clad in a fairly loose pink shirt with long sleeves, sporting that famous little anti-ghost sticker atop her left breast and shoulders. Below her utility belt was a tight skirt, short but not too short, but still looked professional in its own right. Her black boots had a fair hint of shine to them, and came up three inches just before her knees.
Now suited up, Jasmine discreetly, quietly crept to the office door of Doctor Peter Venkman. Just before knocking on the door, she sighed, then made a handsign with her forehead and chest; a gesture she would often make before confronting evil (or in this case, merely a little bit of stress). Cautiously poking her head into Doctor Venkman's door with an apologetic look on her face, she hesitated before speaking. "Sorry I'm late," she said, well aware she was not even actually late. In Jasmine's eyes, late was less than five minutes early. Today she had arrived just a minute short to that. She had a tendency of being hard on herself when it came to many small things like that, but would not expect others to be so. "A customer at my other job had a problem that required a bit of extra time to fix. So.. how are you today, Mister Venkman?"