You try to get the attention of the manager, as he keeps looking over the various paperworks, mumbling to himself and making various notes. Making you stew in your own bunny juices before finally finishing with whatever he was doing. Giving you various looks, ranging from boredom to amusement, especially as he stares at your bunny chest. Nodding in agreement that you do indeed could use a job, as living on the street is for beggars and flat chested sluts!<br/><br/>Giving himself a cough and mumbling to himself, feeling the strain in his pants as he finally addresses your fate.<strong>"Well then, your dancing was quite excellent, but I cannot just give some common street bunny a job in this fancy casino. I do, however, co-own a more rustic gentlemen club for those that want a more genuine down to earth experience, compared to the ritz and glamour of a casino. I'll be happy to set you up with a manager and have him take it from here."</strong><br/><br/>At which point he sits there and smiles, casually nodding towards the sex dungeon and waiting to see what you'll do. It's common courtesy for a girl to finish an business transaction with a celebratory orgy, as he is waiting to see you make yourself comfortable in the sex dungeon. You've seen this all the time with Max when he hired on new maids or fuckpets or secretaries. He's also curious to see how much of a street whore you are and how familiar you are with proper sex dungeon trends and styles. Looking over at the now empty cage and wondering how much dick that poor defenseless puppygirl is getting...