A strip club

"You run a strip club?" you ask, looking at the sign for 'The Pussycat Club'.

"Yeah, sure do. One of the best in the city," the man, who introduced himself as Marv says.

"I don't want to be a stripper," you say.

"There are other positions. Waitress, for example."

You wrinkle your nose at that. Not much more appealing. "Maybe I should just go..."

"Listen, you're in a tough spot? We could get you working today. Tonight!" he says. "Tips are good here, even for the waitresses and bartenders."

"I... I've never done either of those jobs before," you admit.

"It's not that hard, surely," Marv says. He then rubs his chin, opening the door to the club as he does. He motions and you go in. "Though, I do have something..." He leads you through the club and you see some girls dancing on the stage, some guys already here and spending some cash to get their attention. Marv leads you to the back, to an office.

He motions and you sit in the chair at one side of an old looking desk. "If you're worried about a lack of experience, I got that bad boy over there." He points and you see a sleek black helmet with some wires coming out of it. "It's supposed to help streamline training. Make our employees better faster. We could try that out."

That seems awfully strange, but... well, if it could get you running with the whole waitressing thing and you could start earning tips? That was a definite plus.