Alice looks for work

Alice never realized how many "gentlemen's clubs" existed in the City prior to moving there. It seemed like every block she came across yet another such establishment -- including one called The Gentlemen.

And modeling studios. They seemed to be all over the place. And every other sign post had an ad requesting life models on it. Which was all very nice but while Alice readily believed in supporting the arts, she wasn't quite ready to do so by going that route.

She looked around again but noticed that the only place with a "Help Wanted" sign in the window was the club known as The Gentlemen. Not that she'd ever seriously consider working in a place like that but she was curious...

"You don't really want to go in there," said a passing stranger. "It's way too quiet."

Alice looked at the woman who had spoken to her. "I'm sorry. But do I know you?"

"Probably not," said the woman, a green-eyed brunette who spoke with a hint of an Irish accent. "I moved here just a couple of months ago. Anyway, my name is Riley Lehane. And you are?"

"Alice," said Alice. "Alice Phryne."

"Oh, a classical girl, I see," said Riley with a twinkle in her eye.

"Not really," said Alice. "It's just a family name."

"Well, let's hope you don't live up to that family name while you're here," said Riley. "What kind of job are you looking for?"