Bria stared at the small suitcase the women held up, and watched as the top was flipped up, revealing a dazzling trove of colors. It took a moment for her to figure out what she was looking at.
"I want you to model swimsuits up and down the beach. I'll have you put on one and we'll go show it off. Your job will be to look pretty and help persuade them to purchase the goods. I'll give you... five dollars an hour, and five percent of the sales."
"You want me to wear bikinis?" she asked incredulously.
"Well of course. Not too bright, are you? I did say I wanted you to model them, didn't I?"
Ignoring the jibe at her intelligence - she was used to that sort of thing as it seemed to come with the territory for a beautiful girl like her - Bria nodded. "Yes, but five dollars?"
"You want more? I can either pay your more per hour, or a bigger percentage, but not both."
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