Krissy goes into the Pink Paradise

Krissy took a deep breath, summoning every bit of courage and strength she had. This wasn’t what she expected when she left her small town, but she had come too far to turn back now. She held her head high, approached the entrance, and crossed the street. Every step seemed to echo in her mind as she neared the entrance. The burly man eyed her suspiciously as she approached.

"You here for the audition?" he asked, his voice gravelly.

She hesitated for a moment, caught off guard. "Audition?"

The man grunted in response, gesturing towards the neon sign, "Boss said we're looking for some new talent. If you're here to apply, better not waste my time."

Krissy, though unsure of what she was getting herself into, nodded. "Yes, I'm here for the audition."

He stepped aside, revealing a dimly lit hallway that led to the club's main area. As she entered, the smell of cigarette smoke, ****, and the distant thumping of bass music greeted her. She followed the path, which opened into a run-down lounge.

The room was filled with couches, chairs, and booths oriented around a main stage. Customers and dancers dotted the floor, with most patrons appearing lower or middle-class.

A middle-aged man with a sharp face, close-cut hair, and wearing a cheap suit approached Krissy. "You must be the new girl," he said, eyeing Krissy up and down, a smile curling his lips. "I'm Mr. Adams, the manager here."

Krissy hesitated, "I got a note...from John."

Mr. Adams chuckled lightly, "Perfect. I will be sure to thank John. The Pink Paradise is always looking for new...talent, dear."