Politely decline.

You decide to decline the offer, finding that, ultimately, it was pointless for you to have a job if you didn't even know your own name. The manager appeared disappointed by this, but shrugged.

"Ah... alright... well what can I do you for?" He looked entertained by his question, the gleeful look on his face soon fading. "Apart from not wanting to take up the best opportunity you've been given. I mean, your body is kinda built for stripping, dancing and riding that pole..."

You blush and shake your head, getting his lewd thoughts out of yours. "Well I don't know who I am... genuinely. I woke up in a hotel and now I'm kinda stuck wandering around. Luckily I've gotten clothes, but I didn't have anything."

For a split-second, his face went pale. There was a terrified, fearful look on his face. "W-what? You woke up in the hotel?"

"Yeah, and a maid tried to take me into another room. It was weird."

"Right... I can't help you. Please leave my office."

"Excuse me? What have I do-" You start.

"Leave!" His voice bellows, interrupting you with ease.

Exhaling loudly, you open the door and leave the room, muttering insults under you breath directed at him. In all fairness, the least he could do was tell you what you'd done wrong, but instead he sent you back onto the streets.