He gives you his opinion

When the song ends you hold your pose, your eyes seeking Tony's, desperately wanting his approval. For a moment he doesn't react, but then he sits forward and smiles.

"Not bad sweetheart. Maybe you do have a knack for this. Yeah, I can see guys coming back to see you. What other acts you got?"

"Acts?"

"Yeah, acts. You got the schoolgirl thing down pretty good, but you can't come out like that for three or four shows. What else you got? These guys that come here, they kinda need variety you know. Want to see something different from a broad every time she comes out."

"Umm..." you stall thinking of what you can throw together from your wardrobe. "I could do a slutty secretary....or a cat...maybe a farmer's daughter..."

"Ok, that might do for a start. I know you're new at this, but you show some promise. Tell you what, you get some outfits together and come see me early next week. We'll see what we can do." He stands, his hard face giving you a slight smile.

His words, though promising, send a tremor of panic through you.

"But...but...I was hoping...hoping to start sooner..." you stammer. He stares at you with dispassionate eyes.

"Ok. I get it. You got money troubles, don't you sweetheart? What is it, you got a nose candy problem, need a scrape because you forgot what condoms are for, what?"

"Umm...I'm way behind...way behind on my rent...and my landlord's given me four days before he evicts me," you blurt out, your face blushing with embarrassment. Tony stares at you, shaking his head.

"NMP, sweetheart, NMP. You know what that means? Not my problem."