Get Changed

"Jesus, she's in basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Didn't you say we were getting away from cheap, amateur shit?"

Gwen crosses her arms and looks at you as Mr. Sleaze thinks it over. You just kind of shrug and stand awakeardly in the thick silence. Finally Mr Sleaze speaks up with a look of having just lost a fight.

"We have some time to set up the rest of the talent. Take her to the changing rooms and lets see who we have coming in."

At that Gwen snaps her fingers at you and beckons you out the door. She walks you two more doors down to a room with a mirror, chair, lots of make-up, and several hangers with several different outfits.

"Pick an outfit while I get your chair set up. We only have a few minutes. Oh, and new girl, I run the show here. He knows I bring in the money, not you. Do your quick videos, take your money, and leave. Got it?"

"Y-yeah, okay..."

Jeez, she's even worse here than she is at home. Fucking bitch. Still you walk up and down the rows of hangers and begin looking for a good outfit to choose from.