That's enough, time to collect

You head back to Cindy's dressing room. It's covered in flowers, boxes of chocolates, and other gifts from her adoring fans. You sit on a couch, almost hidden in a forest of roses, and wait.

Cindy comes in a few minutes later, but is so tired that she doesn't notice you.

"Oh my god!" she says to herself as she closes the door. "That was incredible! They loved me!"

"Yes, they sure did," you say.

"Oh!" Cindy jumps. "I didn't... I wasn't expecting to see you so soon. Are you here to check up on me? Well, you did a great job. I was huge!"

You get up and move close to her. Cindy's heaving chest is covered in sweat. The rest of her probably is too, but you don't bother looking at anything other than her chest.

"Yeah, I said I'd make you the biggest pop star in the world and I did. I can tell you enjoyed it. Too bad it's over."

"Over? What?! You said I'd have a whole career."

You shrug. "Yes, but I didn't say how long the career would be." The contract appears in your hand. "As you can see, there's nothing in the contract about that. I can call in your debt any time."

"You bastard!" yells Cindy. "You asshole, you piece of shit, you... you... you're really looking good tonight, did you know that?"

Cindy's hands fly up to cover her mouth. "Why did I say that?!"

"It's part of the deal," you tell her. "You agreed to be my sex ****. 'Total, slobbering, sex ****' were my exact words. That doesn't mean I ask for sex and you consider it. It means you want me bad, all the time."

"Uhh!" Cindy's breathing gets heavier. Her hands tug nervously at her skimpy pink outfit, as if she can't decide whether she wants to be wearing it or not. "I can't believe I'm feeling this way. Oh god!"