Krissy walks into the casting room

"Ah, Krissy, punctual! Good," he said, standing up to greet her.

"Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Blackwell," she replied, trying to maintain her composure.

He gestured to a couch opposite his desk, as he turned on one of the cameras in the room behind him, facing the couch behind Krissy. "Please, sit. Tell me about yourself, Krissy. What brings you here today?"

She hesitated, searching for the right words. "I'm new to the city. I'm from a pretty small town, and I'm looking for work."

Richard nodded thoughtfully. "Good. That is an excellent place to begin. For today's audition, I'd like you to start by taking off your tops so I can see your tits."

Krissy froze, her heart pounding. "W-what?" Krissy squeaked.

"Don't play stupid. Show me those tits. I want to know what we're working with and if you are worth another minute of my time."

Krissy clenched her jaw and prepared to storm out of the man's office, but remembered where she had slept last night and stayed put, fuming.

What should she do next?