It's the manager of one of the mall's shops. They're here on official business.

The door between Brinks' office and the front room is muffling the sound, but you hear the steady low drone of the sexual commotion going on in the next room as the many self-reporting shoplifters are trading favours for forgiveness.

When Laurie opens the door, you see a pretty young lady wearing see-through panties and a corset, with her nametag dangling from the breast. Lyssa Glink is her name, and from the nametag (and the outfit) you can see she's the manager at the mall's novelty shop, Spicy Subject. She's a slender woman with smooth brown hair and a white streak bleached in it. She looks good in her 'sluttier than Laurie' outfit, her little brown areolae poking out at you over the top of her corset, her waist cinched extra-tight.

It's debatable whether she's dressed sluttier than Laurie right now, but you also don't know the dictionary definition of slutty, or anything about debating.

She clears her throat briefly and says "Sorry, am I interrupting?"

"Nope, come on in!" The young manager steps into the office and you grab her little titties, squeeze them, squish them, and let em go. It's better than a handshake. You can't get at the nipples through this corset, so in that way, it doesn't really seem sluttier than Laurie's tube top. Then again it is lingerie and it looks sexy as hell. You're not actually sure if it's possible for people to disobey you anyway.

The store manager Lyssa speaks confidently even after your groping. "I suppose you're the Clothing Controller? My name is Lyssa Glink and I'm the general manager over at Spicy Subject." She glances at the huge-tittied Security Officer, half-smiling in acknowledgment, and continues. "I'd like to discuss an opportunity for you with Spicy Subject."

"Sure, whatcha got?" You wanna improve on her outfit, but you can wait to hear her pitch first.

"Well, I'm here on behalf of corporate, and I'm pleased to be able to offer you the first ever Spicy Subject sponsorhip deal." Then, the hot little woman looks over at Laurie and says, "and you too, you little minx." She hands you each a contract, but then puts her arms around your shoulders and walks you both out into the mall, leaving the chaos and smells of the Security office behind, and wandering the mall as she explains the details of the contracts she's just handed you.

They want you in commercials, on posters, and even on some of their shirts and hats. There is a clause in there that says they can put images of parts of your body on their underwear if they want to.

The real important part of the contract, however, is the part that says you will mandate a certain amount of Spicy Subject clothing be worn by whatever particular subset of young women the company decides. You're surprised someone else thought of a way to monetize this power before you did, but then you get distracted by the hot manager's jiggling rack, and it makes sense.

Lyssa continues to explain the benefits of the contracts, and how in Laurie's case, it will give her independence and freedom from her stifling parents. Laurie giggles and says, "psh, John already gave me all that, today." She spins around in her next-to-nothing outfit and smiles.

The manager hesitates for the first time since meeting them, and then says, "but can John give you millions of dollars and world-wide fame and recognition?"