Steal ideas from the receptionist (adventure route)

You don't need to reinvent the wheel. That whore at the front desk knows how to sell her body, you just need to trick her into telling you how to sell her body.

In the morning, you pull up a copy of the blonde. You change her outfit a little and start giving her instructions. You're not sure she can act out a long script, but you do a few rehearsals and she takes to it very easily.

The more you interact with these copies, the more you feel like they're you. You don't have direct mental control, but they respond to your commands as precisely as if they were their own ideas.

You do some practice runs together and then go downstairs.

There's nobody in the apartment office but you three.

Blonde approaches the receptionist, pretends to almost speak, appears shy, and takes a step back. The acting is flawless, she even blushes slightly.

The receptionist looks between you two, confused. "What is it?"

Blonde goes through a similar routine, looks even more nervous, blushes deeper, and steps off to the side. She waves you toward the desk nervously and then looks sheepishly toward the feet of the office desk.

You approach. "Ella, right? I'm Eoin from room 4218. Can my friend--well, can we ask you something?"

"Yes...." She's more confused than suspicious. Good.

"You see, you have a bit of a--" You look at the blonde. "Damn it, Blake, this is awkward."

The blonde looks up at you and gestures insistently toward the receptionist.

You sigh and "reluctantly" start over, "You seem like you know what men want."

Ella's expression is neutral. You have her attention, but her face shows a careful lack of emotion.

You press forward. "Well, ummm, my friend is looking to make a little money and I'm trying to help. I know women who... Uh... Women who have a following, sometimes they've got a guy to help screen messages and manage profiles."

Ella remains remarkably blank. "What do you want to know?"

"Could you give us advice for starting out?"

The receptionist looks at "Blake." The blonde is staring intently and hopefully at her, and gives an eager little nod to confirm.

The receptionist closes her eyes. She looks weary, suddenly. She makes a small, weak, derisive-sounding chuckle, which she abruptly cuts off.

"That's not the worst judgement I've ever had of my character, but I can't help you." The blonde looks disappointed and Ella continues more gently, "Oh, not judging you either, but I don't do streams or porn or whatever you've heard."

The blonde nods again, does a clumsy half-bow that suggests gratitude, and grabs your arm as she walks quickly out the door.

"Sorry about that," you shout over your shoulder as you get pulled outside, "Thanks for letting us ask!"