Ground floor seems like a safe bet

You decide to just head back to the lobby, and press the button marked 'A'. Greg mentioned the name Hoskins, who was the massive man that led you to Greg's office. And as far as you could tell Hoskins' office was on the ground floor.

The elevator rumbles into motion and soon the doors open again. You walk back to the reception, where the red-haired woman is still hard at work filing her nails. To her credit, she once again takes immediate notice of you as you walk up to her. Maybe she knows where where you need to be. "Hello, hon. How may I help you?", she asks, putting down her nail file and flashing you a bright smile.

"I was told to wait for... a director?", you ask uncertainly.

"Ah yes, you're the new girl. I'll go get him for you", she says. She gets up out of her seat and walks to a door on the right. You continue waiting patiently for a minute after she enters it, but she doesn't seem in a hurry to return. After a while you turn to look behind you when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. A man you haven't seen before rapidly descends the staircase, his attention already on you.

"Hello Marlow!", he calls out to you. "Are you ready to get started?"

You glance back at the door the receptionist disappeared through, and then look back at the man approaching you. He extends his hand, and you shake it politely. This man can't be much older than thirty, having long blonde hair that's tied up in a ponytail on the back. He's by far he most attractive man you've seen in the building so far. Not that that's saying much, and he's still a far cry from what you'd consider your 'type'.

"I... suppose!", you smile at him. "Are we going to film a... scene straight away?", you ask him.

"We'll get to that", the man answers, motioning for you to follow him. "I just want to get some information about you first".

That seems reasonable enough. You nod as you start following him. He walks past the stairs, staying on the ground floor. The both of you head to the hallway at the far back of the lobby.

"So, you are Marlow", he says. "That's a lovely name. Just don't be surprised if a lot of people will call you 'new girl' in the beginning. People tend to come and go in this line of work, and at a certain point one tends to only bother remembering the names of the ones that stay with us a while".

You let out a soft, **** laugh. You get his gist, and perhaps there's even something comforting about not being called by your real name in the middle of a porn studio. "Which brings me to my next point", he says, as if reading your thoughts. "You might want to consider taking an alias. That's very common in this industry".

"An alias?", you ask. You hadn't even considered that.

"Yep. Most adult actors have a nickname they go by", he explains. "I don't know your personal situation, but you might not want your friends and family stumbling upon your videos when they enter your name in some search engine online".

You cringe at the thought. You hadn't even considered that. "That's a good point", you admit.

"Furthermore, we need to change your hair and get some make-up on you first", the man says as he leads you further down the hallway to a door at the back. He comes to a stop in front of it, looking you up and down once more. "I assume you're okay with that?"

"I am", you simply state, nodding. You may have spent a reasonable time in front of the mirror this morning, but you'll be the first to admit that you don't look your best today.

"Great. We'll make you look fantastic! Now, you have a boyfriend, do you?", he then surprises you by asking.

You look at him.