themed role-play my boss gave me, I
e only response I received was the sound of a door closing. As
e last shred of modesty
e. When I first enrolled, the school held a beauty contest, a
e a model. They claimed it would provide social experience and help me gain work experie
fter joining in my complaints, she suddenly remembere
on in disbelief, wondering if I had misheard. Bu
triple the pay for overtime. But their standards a
an offer, especially with my looks, which might even land me a higher rate. So, I
w location as directed by my boss. It was a script role-pla
Moore?" some
d glasses and acne scars walking toward
us queen, you look even better than your photos. My name
he game shop. Whether it was my imagination or not, his
details. He offered me a rate of fifteen hundred dollars
this contract would lea
ly glanced at a room in the corner and f
t sound?" I
cters (NPCs), It's perfect
rned to the dormitory, excitedly sharing the n
ou make it big, you can't forget about me!" Madison said, and
ome money, I'll treat you t
aw that the photo I had sent to the Jaxton was printed and posted on the wall. Jaxton said that many reg
id, leading me to th
m was filled with mannequin models, and the uniforms on them
t," Jaxton said and his wor