Help me write, "THE EXPERIMENT"

My idea for a story is, I write the opening sentence or two.

Then someone should write the next sentence to the story in the comments below.

Then I'll update the story with what you wrote and I'll write the next part.

If you can't get the feel of the story by writing just one sentence, write a paragraph.

Nothing longer, please.

Hopefully, other people will contribute, and so on.

I would love to get as many readers/writers contributing to the story as possible.

Please, no extreme vulgarity and no blatant sexual content.

I reserve the right to do all the rewrites.

Open to suggestions, of course.

If it turns out to be a good read, I'll publish a Free eBook with everyone's name listed.

Thank you for reading.

OK, here it goes.
I hope it's not too confusing.

The Experiment.

   "It makes perfect sense to spend every last cent you have to get the scent you need." Says Michelle Beaussart. CEO and Founder of the prestigious fragrance company, Paris Amour Parfum.
   Michelle is talking to a group of possible investors, during a luncheon, at the Le Jules Verne Restaurant, on top of the Eiffel Tower. 
   "May I request a volunteer for a brief demonstration?" Michelle asks as she picks up the jet black bottle of perfume and smiles inwardly.
   She can sense the skepticism in the air from these doubters, but, because of her past experience and success, she is sure that all the top leaders in the industry will succumb to her new, revolutionary perfume and healthcare product, all packaged in one tiny black bottle.
  "I'll try," says a young petite woman with an American accent.
  Michelle looks strangely at the girl and asks, "Who are you and how did you get an invitation?"

  "I believe you know exactly who I am and have been anticipating this day for a quite a while." Says the young girl.

  Michelle is stunned, taken off guard. Can it be the daughter she gave up for adoption before her freshman year of college?
  The room grew eerily silent. With all eyes on her, Michelle just stood at the head of the table, with a dazed look to her face, not knowing what to say.
  "Come on Mom. I want to be your first test subject."
  Michelle scanned the girl, then the investors, and the girl again. Eyes flitted away anxiously as they met Michelle's, and returned once out of her focus. Only the girl's gaze held. "May we have the room please," Michelle addressed the crowd.
   As soon as everyone leaves, except for the girl who claims to be her daughter, Michelle asks, "What do you want?"