Might as well.

You sign it without any real time to think on it. As soon as you sign it, it folds itself almost infinitely until it disappears. You sit there staring in awe at it for a moment before turning your attention to Mrs. Twisted.

"Right well, when do I-" You begin, looking down to notice you have already changed into a uniform. Well that answered that.

"You can start by going up to the fourth floor. Im told you are the sort that likes the sort of conventions the patrons who left there do." She smirks wickedly. How did she know what your tastes were? God, you hoped she wasnt reading your search history.

"You're joking. Im cleaning up after a furry convention "party". Please tell me they didnt do what I think they did." You groan.

"Hm. You'll have to find out for yourself won't you?" She replies, the smirk only growing wider.

It's your first hour and already you regret signing that deal.

[A/N: Feel free to give me comments, I like input on where I can take things and branching off my stories.]