Actually help her, then turn it around

John got to work.

"Ryan, if you can't get decent roles, it's because of Hollywood, not you, so fuck 'em."

"Fuck 'em..." Ryan muttered.

"Yes, if you become known as a person who only stars in B movies, that's okay. Because you have a second career. One as my sex slave."

"Sex slave..."

"That's right, Ryan," John said, caressing her cheek. "By day you are Ryan Whitney. But at night you are my submissive, horny, obedient sex slave. Got it?"

Ryan nodded.