The man gave her a surprised look. "That so? Well, you're either here to cause trouble, or you're a messenger of the gods. Either way, not going to overlook an offer like that. C'mere, lemme get a look at ya," he said, beckoning her into the room. "An' close the door behind ya, too."<br/><br/>Once inside, he took a few moments to really study her... which mostly involved just leering at her. "Right. Take it you've seen the outfits, an' are still interested. Real question is, what sorta skills you've got, eh? If you just wanna work the ground floor, all you gotta do is carry the drinks, remember faces, and make nice with the customers, and not get upset if they get grabby, yeah? But, if you think you've got somethin' special, well... might see you workin' upstairs, with the special clients, keepin' them properly happy, you get what I'm sayin'? Certainly got the figure for it, if I do say so, myself, but think you can handle it?"