He has a little studio for voice acting and modelling

"I actually have a studio just around the corner from here. I stepped out to get some refreshments," Troy told her, holding up a bag she hadn't noticed.

"A studio?" she asked hopefully.

"Just a small one," he said with a shrug. "Me and my partner share it. He does one his thing, I do mine. Actually..." he eyed her "How are your oral skills?"

Bria stopped dead, her mouth popping open. Her face turn a bright pink as he walked on a few more steps before turning back to her. He started laughing heartily before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry...." he laughed some more. "I that sounded terrible. Really terrible. I meant oration. As in, can you act?"

Bria's mouth snapped close, and a small "Oh" escaped her lips. She felt as if her face would burst from embarrassment.

"I was a beauty contestant," she said, as if that would explain everything. "I won."

Troy nodded sagely, then spread his hands. "And that means?"

"It means I speak excellently, thank you." she said a little frostily.

"Sorry sorry, I'm really not trying to offend, but oration as in speech isn't the same thing as voice acting."

"Voice acting?" she perked up, and as he resumed walking she trotted to catch up. "I could do that!"

"Do you have experience?" he asked.

She opened her voice to lie, but his stern look seemed to pierce her nerve. Instead she mumbled, "No."

"Ah well. There's always modelling," he said. "Have you done modelling?"

Bria flashed back to various incidents in her past. A teacher taking pictures of her naked but for her heels, sash, crown and sceptre; a judge taking pictures of her doing ballet in the nude, but for a tuttu that did nothing to hide her privates; a father of a fellow contender taking pictures of her masturbating in return for not turning her in for sabotaging his daughter.

"Not really," she said weakly.

"Oh," he said, opening a door and motioning her in. "Well, we're here. Come in and we can talk about things."

"Acting?" she asked, eagerly. Troy just smiled.