You're hesitant but their re-assurances start to convince you

"A lot of exposure, huh?" you repeat her words.

Julie nods gravely, but even through your shock you think you see her eyes glitter, as if she finds either you or the situation funny. "Extremely."

Your eyes move back to the ever-so-important offer, making sure that you didn't misread it. Sure enough the dollar amount is the same four-digits as before.

"But I have to take my clothes off?"

One of the producers - Troy? - sighs, then squints at you. "Fuck her, yo. Let's just go with one of the others. Dey were eager enough to take their clothes off in exchange for da career boost."

"No no," you say, undoing another button and continuing until your top is completely undone, leaving your blouse closed, but your bra and cleavage openly in sight. Then you peel the shirt off completely. "I'm perfectly fine with showing skin. I mean, Susan Sarandon did some nude scenes, right?"

The director - Andre - beams at you like you'd done something exceptionally bright, and nods. "Hell yeah. Many actresses do a nude scene or two on their way into the industry. There's nothing shameful in that, and this will be so avante garde..." he stops, grimacing before rubbing his side and looking at one of the producers.

"Well, we have been trying to finalize the cast," Julie tells you, drawing your attention back to her and keeping it there with the sheaf of papers she now holds. 'A contract? A script?' you wonder, all but salivating.

"There is one catch, however. A hurdle, if you will," Andre says, sounding a little less sure of himself, making you focus sharply on him.