The show goes poorly.

Sabrina sits in her chair, staring at the camera phone being held by Gemma. Sabrina looks nervous, fidgeting in her seat while fiddling with the front buttons of her blouse. She turns to you and asks, “So what now?”

“Well, you strip,” you tell her.

“Oh. Right. OK…” she says, pulling up her blouse and getting it caught on her head. “Ack…” She struggles with her top for a second then pulls it back down with a nervous giggle. She then begins unbuttoning the blouse from the collar down.

At this point, Gemma puts the camera away and you both wait for Sabrina to finish taking off her top. She looks at you and asks, “Is there something wrong?”

“Well, could you maybe do it a little more… sexy?” you ask.

“Oh. Yeah, sure, I can do sexy,” Sabrina assures you. “Like a sexy dance?” She stands up and waves her hips as she unbuttons her slacks. She hops, shimmying them to the ground. She looks at you expectantly. “Huh?”

You turn to Gemma.

“Well, I’d ratha not say past midnight, even if we got the morning off,” Gemma says, standing up to grab her blazer. “And since I’m no longa needed, I should probably head off anyways.”

“Wait, you’re just going to leave the two of us alone?” Sabrina asks.

“Wot? You don’t trust ‘im?” Gemma smirks, glancing in your direction.

“Well, I thought you’d stay around to help…” Sabrina says, looking like a lost puppy. You also get the feeling that if Gemma leaves, Sabrina will lose all will to continue. You take the blonde aside.

“Gem, I thought you said you could get Sabrina to give me a blowjob,” you tell her in confidence.

“I did, didn’t I?” she remembers.

“And you still want that cut of the profits, don’t you?”

Gemma glances back at the girl in the chair neatly folding up her office clothes. Sabrina notices the attention and covers herself, self consciously before asking, “Should I… Should I put these back on and start again?”

Gemma turns to you and says, “John, unless you ken think of a way to sexify Miss Priss , dis is a lost cause.”