Anthony watched her feeling satisfaction at how she seemed to be overwhelmed by his 'generosity'. Her face was like a book to him. One he read with hungry eyes. While his face remained open and friendly. If a little tinged with pain now and again. He shifted as though uncomfortable and took another sip of his water. He wasn't surprised she didn't feel comfortable driving in the big city. Not many did.<span style="color: #80FF80">"It won't be an issue the car service is there for your use. I'd rather you use it as public transit isn't very safe in large cities for a beautiful girl,"</span>he said gently. Almost like a father looking out for his daughter. Not that they were really anything of the sort, but the role was necessary.<br/><br/>Her next words however, made him weary. She was sharp, this was dangerous.<span style="color: #80FF80">"Unfortunate that's the catch to all that I offer, there isn't an out clause. If there was I'd invest all this money in girls who came from the small towns and as soon as a bigger and better opportunity came along I'd loose my investment. It would be bad for business see. That's why I choose my girls carefully. I screen a hundred potential applicants for the opening I have in my ranks. Yours made it to the top, but it's up to you. I won't force you to sign. You are free to tour the city for the remainder of the day and catch your flight tomorrow and head back home,"</span>he paused leaning back steeling his fingers as the door opened to the office admitting a large man dressed all in black with short spiky black hair and darting blue eyes who set a stack of papers on the desk next to Anthony. Anthony nodded and the man retreated out of the room and closed the door behind him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF80">"Or you could sign, on the paper you can see the amount I will be paying you to start. This is only the beginning, though not as lofty a sum as you will one day make. It isn't anything to sneeze at when starting,"</span>he said turning the paper towards her so she could see what would be a ridiculous sum to most people.<span style="color: #80FF80">"This is monthly, and as you will learn soon enough there is tips while your working the floor between performances. I don't run a brothel down there. The girls do only what they are comfortable with and any customer who gets too demanding is forcefully removed. You'll find it's actually a great way to meet potential opportunities."</span><br/><br/>Anthony leaned back having said enough. She'd learn the rest later. He let her look over the papers he'd handed her. A standard contract signing herself into his services. With full accommodations and a monthly paycheque, everything taken care of by the company. His girls lived in luxury for a reason. She would learn it soon.<span style="color: #80FF80">"Once your trained you'll have three shows a night, records, acting rolls, whatever you desire to be trained for and excel at I will make a reality,"</span>he said softly. His voice pitched low. Almost like parting a secret.<br/><br/>Sheris held out a pen towards her. One of those fancy pens that seemed a little over the top as a writing utensil. No one else spoke or moved as they both waited silently. Anthony all but held his breath as this was the crucial moment.