Faye turns to block the doorway, and stares directly at you.
You can't stop yourself from staring, despite the dangerous feeling it gives you, with Sydney standing right there.
You stare openly and drink in the way Faye looks: her lips, her glasses, her cute top, her very short skirt that calls attention to just how short it is by being brightly colored, and her short stockings. Wow! Your cock is stiffening rapidly.
"You see, this is where models go to relax, and where aspiring models train to be, well, ... more sexually appealing."
You are about to say that she's apparently learned from the best, but then you remember you promised to let Sydney do the talking.