Madeline needs some convincing

"Whew, okay! How about we slow down a bit!" Chuckling nervously, the brunette took a deep swig of her drink.

"I'm serious, Madeline," you press, leaning forward. "I've given this a great deal of thought. You would be the perfect fit."

"Okay, but like, have you considered that this is crazy!" She pinched the bridge of her nose, collecting her thoughts a bit before continuing. "Like, I do one off gigs with lonely women who want to be dominated. Now you want me to run an entire operation!"

"You are a strong, organized woman," you counter. "All your previous clients have attested to that."

"You reached out to-" She threw up her hands. "Of course you did. I was actually wondering how you found me." She sighed, more booze dispersing down her throat. "So what, would I be moving into your manor?"

"You'd have the best bedroom in the place," you reply. "Well, besides mine. Obviously."

"This is crazy. I mean, I literally just met you tonight!" She shook her head. "No, man, I'm sorry but this is too out there. I mean I can't just fuck off to New Jersey with a stranger. I have a life here in the city!"

"No you don't."

"Excuse me?"

"You do not have a life here in the city?" You repeat, calm and collected in the face of her dismissal. "What do you do for work again? Serve people coffee? Not exactly a job with a lot of upward mobility."

"Listen, asshole, I don't see what-"

"When was the last time you had a client?" You interrupt, keeping the pressure on.

"Oh, well, uhh..." Madeline indignance seemed to slip away, replaced by an embarrassed flush to her cheeks.

"I'm pretty sure the answer is six months." Finishing the sentence for her, you smile. "Quite the dry spell, don't you think?"

"Fine, maybe things aren't going great for me," she admits, shooting you an annoyed glare. "Though you don't have to rub it in."

"That wasn't my point," you reply. "You have a lot of skills, Madeline. Skills I want. You have an intelligent mind. You are strong and assertive. You have a feminine touch that I could never replicate. You are perfectly willing to dominate women and damn good at it when you do.

"However, let's be honest, you are severely lacking when it comes to working on relationships. Despite being one of the best dominatrices in the business, you can't get clients. You wait for women to reach out to you... but that's just not how this game works. You need to work them, unlock the desires they are keeping bottled up inside. It's here that you struggle... and I excel.

"I'll handle the recruitment. I'll bring women to the manor and provide you a diverse and near endless supply of pets to play with. While my word will of course be final, you'll have pretty much free reign to do what you want with them. You'll fuck and **** and reward and manipulate them into the submissive sluts I know you love!"

Madeline bit her lip. Clearly your sales pitch was working. "And my fee... how does that work into it?"

You laugh at her question. "Oh, Madeline, don't act like that's actually a concern of yours. You'll never want for cash again. We'll leave it at that."

"Fuck, man..." The brunette took another sip. "I hate to admit it but... it really does sound like the deal of a life time." She thought for a few more moments before shaking herself out of it. "There has to be a catch. What is it? Where's the thorn in this otherwise beautiful flower you're handing me."