She goes forward with the interview.

Nude modeling wasn't her thing in any way, shape, or form, but five hundred dollars was. This was just an interview. Some chatting and she'd get the money. This time, Nancy nodded at her. Encouraging! Women having each other's backs!

"Okay, I guess." She wasn't quite comfortable again, but the fact that this could end here made her feel a little bit better.

"Well like I asked before. What makes you think you'd be good at nude modeling?" He asked. "Hell, let's make it easier. This way you can use this demo tape for whatever you want later. What makes you think you'd me a good model?"

She hadn't expected that question. He had come up to her, not the other way around. Now he was asking her to sell herself. Weird. "Well, I think I'm pretty," she said. That was lame.

To confirm it, Nate laughed. "Sorry, babe, I don’t mean you're aren't pretty, don’t worry."

"He just means it takes more than that," said Jack.

"Like what?" asked Lacy.

"Can you take direction well?" That was Nancy. The only one giving her any help here. "That's the most important. How's your sense of style? Do you make friends easily? Networking is so key in this industry."

Lacy tried to handle things one question at a time. "I think I handle direction pretty well," she said.

"That's good," said Jack. "Okay, agents like to have a feel for what their clients are like. We know you have a bangin bod and a pretty face, but what are you like as a person?"

"I think I'm nice. I get along great with everybody," she said.

"Awesome," said Jack. "How many people have you fucked?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Lacy.

"It’s an innocent question," Nate said. "We all fuck." She was liking him less and less.