The Sheikh's plans are revealed

Debbi was surprised when a black limo parked outside and the Sheikh's interpreter got out. Debbi walked over and introduced herself again, in case she didn't recognize her with clothes on. She quickly handed her business card to the interpreter, explaining her actual position with the company and the circumstances that led to her appearance at the event. The interpreter glanced at the card, then up at Debbi before smirking and beckoning her to the car.

They got in the back, and Debbi felt a bit uneasy as it was only her and the interpreter in the car, and she had no idea what to say to the woman. She was nervous as hell, but tried to looks cool, calm, and ready for whatever came next. To her surprise, they got out in front of a luxurious mansion. It had a large fountain that the driveway snaked around, with a grand entrance with pillars in front of the door. The house was easily two or three floors tall, and extended out the back. She followed the interpreter up to the front door.

"I thought we were having dinner. Is the Sheikh going to have a personal chef cook for us?" Debbi asked.

The door opened, and the Sheikh stood there, ready to welcome her, but his big grin and open arms faded a bit as he laid eyes on Debbi. He looked at his interpreter, who handed him the card, and spoke in his language before he laughed heartily and walked away.

"He loves that you're, how did he say? A woman of value, and not another model." the interpreter said.

The woman didn't follow the Sheikh, but instead led Debbi upstairs to a dressing room. It was lined with vanity mirrors along the back wall, with a walk on closet at the other side of the room. There were clothes and various items strewn about on the floor, which Debbi kicked aside as she sat down at the closest vanity.

"I'm already dressed for dinner, why am I here?" Debbi asked.

"It would seem there was some... Miscommunication. You weren't hired to have dinner with the Sheikh. Your services were hired for the Sheikh's dinner party." the interpreter said.

"But, if I'm working, how will I eat?" Debbi asked.

"You may partake of the hors d'oeurves in the kitchen before bringing them out, as we wouldn't want you working on an empty stomach. But we can't have you eating everything before the guests can also enjoy them. So you are limited to one of each item." the woman explained.

"Okay, but why am I in this room?"

"You must change into your uniform for the evening!" the interpreter smiled.

Debbi's shoulders slumped in realization. She was not only expected to serve the Sheikh's guests, she was also expected to wear some God awful perverted costume, no doubt. The interpreter entered the walking closet, and emerged with her uniform.

"This may look like a prank, but I assure you this is what the Sheikh paid for, and you are expected to fulfill your obligation. He...wants to make sure your company will do what it takes to gain his trust and his financial influence. If you do well, it is possible he will be a generous benefactor for your company." She explained.

Debbi gulped as she looked at her outfit for the evening...