Personal assistant

"I'm here for the, uh, personal assistant position," you eventually stumble out to her. It seems more personal but less potentially dangerous than the other option. Besides, if she's offering you a job right here, you might as well take it!

"Oh perfect, you're early! Master Tholun will be so happy to meet you," she comments. She takes a moment to look you up and down, her smile growing as she takes in your body. "Yes, he will be happy, indeed," she chuckles to herself.

"Anyway," she adjusts her posture to get back to business, "you have arrived unadorned, as instructed. Very good. We can get you over to Master Tholun promptly."

She shuffles through her paperwork before continuing, presenting you with one of the pages and a readied pen. "Here's the contract," she begins again, this time in a colder, more straight-to-business tone. "Sign at the bottom, read it if you want. You should have been told of all the terms beforehand."

You take up the pen but hesitate a moment. You're not sure what exactly signing your name here would mean, but the woman seated in front of you is giving you an expectant look, and you feel you can't just back out now.