"Yeah..." Dox was breathless as she slowly pulled her hand away from Mizo's chest before looking towards the door. "When...when do you want me to move in?" Dox's blush didn't seem to dim as she tried to get down to business. "I have my own stuff, so..." Dox gulped quietly as she noticed the crowd. With that, she movies over to the right of the stage, out of view. "And there's a matter of payment." Would working here be her payment? Or would Dox have to come up with rent. Of course, rent for a mansion seemed as if it would cost quite a bit: perhaps she didn't want to move in. And even if she did, would there be room for her? Dox didn't. Know how big the mansion was, but it had to have been able to fit 5 already (Mizo and the band). This was all happening rather quickly, however. She had come in not to long ago, been offered the job, and a place to stay, in less than 30 minutes. Certainly it would be a better place than where she lived at the moment. Her residence actually wasn't that far from the club, so all kinds of people lived around her, Dox just never felt the need, or desire, to get to know them: she was a relatively quiet, self isolated creature.