A seedy motel.

You peer out the car window to see a run down looking motel with a flickering 'VACANCY' sign above it.

"What are we doing here?" you question suspiciously. "I thought we going to your studio?"

"Relax baby." says Darryl, moving the roaming hand from your thigh to your bare shoulder. "My main studio is half an hour out of town, I keep a room here to use as a makeshift one for rush jobs. That doesn't make you uncomfortable does it? We can always call the whole thing off and head back to the mall to return the dress."

"No, er... yeah this is fine... I guess." you say quickly, you can't bear the thought of returning the dress and giving up your chance to break into acting after you've already come so far.

The two of you exit the car and make your way to an upstairs room at the end of a row. Darryl produces a key from his pocket and unlocks the door, gesturing for you to go inside. "Step into my parlor." he says with a slightly disturbing look of glee in his eye. You hesitate for a moment, sensing this is probably your last chance to back out.