Go to Hoskins' office

You cast a quick final glance at the bed as Alexa and Sylvester start going at it, but then quickly walk out the door. You descend down the stairs and walk up to the office door on your right. It's closed, so you decide it would be polite to knock.

"Come in!", a loud voice booms. That's the rather distinct voice of Hoskins alright. You walk inside and see him sitting at a desk in a meager office. The chair he is sitting on looks like it's about to burst from his weight. Across from him two men who you've never seen. One of them resembles some parody of a Mexican thug, while the other is the tallest man you've ever seen. He'd be intimidating if he didn't have a full head of curly blonde hair that seems hard to take seriously. Both men look at you and stand up.

"This is Marlow, the young lady I was telling you about!", Hoskins booms at the two men.

You blink your eyes at the three, still standing halfway in the door-opening. "H-hello!", you say, not sure what they have in mind for you.

"Hello", the tall man says in a low voice, standing up and turning his chair around to better face you. "I'm Reynolds . It's a pleasure to meet you. Please do come in". He offers you his hand, and you step into the room to shake it. His hand is large enough to completely engulf yours.

"An absolute pleasure", the shorter man says. "I'm Harm." Harm's voice is soft and almost charming, in a stark contrast to his looks. He has a black bandana wrapped around his head, and definitely seems to be of Mexican heritage. You also spot a variety of tattoo's around his neck, and more just visible above his blue trucker vest. You notice that both men look at you expectantly.

"Please, take a seat", Hoskins says. You look at the cheap office chair that Hoskins is pointing at and you sit down uncomfortably. There's a thin pillow on top, but it's strangely as hard as the chair itself. In the meanwhile, you sense the two men ogling you with glee. They seem far too amused for your liking, and you almost get the feeling like you're about to be the victim of some sort of joke you're not in on.

"How old are you?", Harm asks as you keep wiggling your butt-cheeks in a **** effort to get comfortable on the rock-hard pillow. You tell him your age.

"You look younger than that", Reynolds says, leaning back against Hoskins' desk.

"Uhm... Thank you?", you catch yourself saying, not knowing how else to respond. This causes the three men to laugh heartily, and you do your best to muster a smile as well.

Did you get called here just for their amusement? You wonder if you should start asking questions or just let them have their fun.