He nodded slowly. His eyes didn’t leave her as she sauntered past him and into the next room. It was a rather simple office, just a desk and chair, another two chairs across from it and a couch against the wall. A door behind the desk almost certainly led to the backstage area.
A man barely glanced up as she entered. He was in his late forties with a receding hairline and glasses a bit too dark for his current atmosphere. He did a double take after his casual glance. This time he lingered on her not unlike a fine wine. He knew what she offered. He waved her forward into a chair. “Come in. Come in. What are you interested in today?”
Another woman sat in the chair to the right, so Melinoe made a beeline for the left. The other woman was clearly a dancer here as well. She looked much less impressed with Melinoe than her boss.
“H-hello there,” the man at the desk said. He rose as he spoke and beckoned her to the open chair. “I’m Jonathan Luchesne, but you might know me as Jack Lumber. I am the co-owner and proprietor of Lumber Jacks.” His hand waved towards the other woman. “This is Sessily Bockonivitch, who is in charge of our talent here. And you are?”
“My name is Melinoe.”
He looked down at a pile of headshots on his desk. “I don’t seem to see you here, Melinoe.”
She smirked. “That is because I’m like nothing you’re going to find out there.”
“Oh, why is that?” It was the first words out of the other woman in the room. Melinoe could detect the disdain in them. A week ago, she would have made this Sessily woman suffer her most horrific nightmares until her puny human mind snapped. Now Melinoe chewed her loyal lip and tried to control her anger.
Jack interrupted the silence. “What Sessily means is that we get a lot of promises in this room, but we don’t always get a lot of follow through. You’re certainly beautiful, but we are an all nude dance club. We need to see if you have the goods for that. Not everyone does.”
“What do you wish of me?”
Jack looked to Sessily. The human woman simply shrugged.
“Well, generally that means we need to see a dance. To your music or ours. We’re having a special tryout night tonight. All the new girls we choose will get to show their stuff. If the crowd likes you, well, you get a job.”
“This I can do,” Melinoe said. “And once I do, you will see that you’ve found a talent like none other.”
“Alright,” Jack said with a chuckle. “We will see you here tonight at eight. You will have time to get ready before the show starts.”
“I will be there.”
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