<div style="text-align: justify;">While, back at the club, that surreal scene was about to unfold, things at the mall were a lot calmer. Magdalene was, that was a fact, still pretty nervous. But she was starting to relax a little bit. She felt safe around Gerome, and was starting to get used to the fact that Liane had that personality, but wasn't a bad person. And hearing that Anthony wanted her to look her best made Magdalene less awkward about having money spent on her. <br/><br/>When Gerome squeezed her shoulder, the girl seemed to relax a little bit more. She also liked being called Magdy by him. It made her feel a little bit more at ease. She was still a little - or maybe very - unsure about Anthony. Something in her was afraid of him. And yet, the expression of pain on his face when she had met the man was etched into her mind. Her usually sweet and warm nature felt compassion for the man, and had a huge curiosity about what exactly was wrong with Anthony's leg. Considering that it would not be polite to ask anyone but Anthony, Magdalene stored the questions in her mind.<br/><br/>She planned on talking to Anthony again at some point. Maybe a conversation, one on one, without the pressure of the contract, would dissipate the somewhat bad impression Magdalene had left the club with. Something in her desperately wanted to believe that people were fundamentally good. And refused to believe that she had laid her future on the hands of a bad man. He <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> to be a good person. She would believe that until proof to the contrary.<br/><br/>Magdalene's thoughts were brought back to the moment when Kristof held out his hand. With her best smile, the girl shook the man's hand. She blushed when he mentioned her clothes, looking down at them. Her gaze then went to Liane, as though begging for help. What exactly should she say?<br/><br/>Lucky for her, neither Liane nor Kristof waited for her to say anything, as they both went on. With a relieved sigh, Magdalene thought about the question regarding her style. Her style was actually what Kristof would call plain, and she was pretty sure he would be horrified to know that she never wore heels in every day life.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">"Why don't you show me a little of everything?"</span>, Magdalene finally risked to say. <span style="color: #8000FF">"I... just got here, and I feel that I need help forming a proper style"</span>. With her best helpless smile, the girl completed. <span style="color: #8000FF">"I'm in your hands"</span>.</div>