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</div>Silence hangs over Imogen like a blanket as she listens to the men before her. She's an attentive listener--her head tilted ever so slightly to her left, the muscles of her face soft and an intrigued wideness to her eyes as she maintains respectful eye contact. Her hands are clasped loosely in front of her waist, shoulders relaxed despite her prim posture. Echoes of her time at Juilliard; ghosts of a different lifetime lingering in the way Imogen comports herself.<br/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
Imogen bobs her head in acknowledgement. The terms of the job are rather straightforward: be presentable, be personable, be professional, but don't allow yourself to get in too deep lest you get taken advantage of. Once upon a time, the young woman was a much sought after figure. Although she possessed much more privilege back then than she does now, she was exposed to many individuals who sought to take advantage of her. Much of her energy was spent navigating oceans of strangers, each wanting a different piece of her, and pleasing them without giving too much away. She never really stopped doing that, in all honesty. As kind and compassionate as Imogen truly is, she is <i>exhausted</i>. Losing everything--her family, her job, her passion--in one horrific event drains the life out of a person. The difficulty is not maintaining an ere of false pleasantries (her kindness is genuine), but keeping the fatigue from showing too much.<br/>
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Being a hostess for a swanky lounge in a high-end part of town was never Imogen's plan. Her aspirations soar elsewhere. However, she is hoping that becoming a member of the Lounge's family will fill her with a new kind of purpose, a new sense of belonging. The benefits aren't bad, either. As Dion concludes his explanation of the job's rewards and expectations, Imogen acknowledges him with a polite smile.<br/>
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<b>"Yes, sir,"</b> she replies, grey eyes sparkling with anticipation. <b>"Thank you."</b><br/>
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Excitement, and pleasure, is evident in Imogen's expression despite her efforts to remain stoic. She looks forward to meeting the patrons and testing her skills. Gany and Dion are admirable, too, and she is eager to work alongside them. <b>"So, what's the next step?" </b>She can already imagine the additions she needs to make to her wardrobe to accommodate the Lounge's dress code. <b>"Is there any training that I need to complete?"</b> A list of notable patrons, perhaps? Or simply a tour of the facility? Imogen is capable of figuring it out on her own, of course, but she would rather be shown the ropes instead of learning the hard way. Once she knows the way things work down here, she should be able to perform her duties without issue.​</div>