Things she haven't done before

Mr. David studies her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses her reaction. He leans back slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips as he continues.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I can promise you, you won't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. But our patrons do like to feel... special, if you get what I'm saying. And they're willing to pay well for the privilege, if you're up for it."

Amber's heart races in her chest as she realizes she's being cornered into something she's not comfortable with, her voice shaking slightly as she speaks.

"I... I don't want to do anything I'm not comfortable with. Is there some kind of protection if I don't want to... well, entertain them like that? Some kind of security or rule against it?"

Mr. David's smile widens slightly, a hint of malice in his eyes as he sees her discomfort. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a smooth, condescending tone.

"Now, now, sweetheart. The Velvet Lounge is a place of pleasure and relaxation, and we cater to our patrons' every desire. Our security is top-notch, but... well, let's just say they're more concerned with making sure our guests are satisfied than with protecting our performers. I'm afraid if you work here, you'll have to play by our rules."

Mr. David leans even closer, his smile now almost predatory. He reaches out and gently touches her chin, his touch a mockery of something intimate. His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.

"Don't worry, darling. You'll get used to it in time. And the money ain't bad either. You'd be surprised how much our loyal patrons are willing to pay for a little... personal attention."

Amber's heart races in her chest as Mr. David's words sink in, her mind racing with the implications of what he's suggesting. She feels a mixture of fear and distaste at his touch, but she also feels trapped, a sense of dread settling in her stomach. Mr. David leans back in his chair, studying her for a moment, his eyes slowly running up and down her body.

"You know, you're quite a pretty thing. You'll be very popular with our patrons, I can tell."

Mr. David continues to eye her up and down, his gaze lingering on the curves of her body. His voice is smooth and suggestive as he continues speaking.

"In fact, I've already got a few patrons in mind who'd be willing to pay a pretty penny for some private entertainment from you. You'll make a lot of money for us, I'm sure of it…"

Amber feels a wave of panic and desperation rising in her chest, her words coming out in a rushed, pleading tone.

"Wait, no... not right now. Can I have some time to think about it? I can't just do something like that right away…"

Mr. David's smile returns to his face as he seems to sense her desperation, his tone switching back to businesslike.

"Alright, sweetheart. I can allow you to start performing first, give you a taste of what it's like here. You can get used to the atmosphere, get to know our clients. Then, when you're comfortable, we can... take things further."

Mr. David leans back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. He takes a moment to study her for a moment, his eyes roaming over her body as he considers the situation. Then, he leans forward slightly, his voice smooth and self-assured.

"Good, good. I think that's a fair compromise. You can start performing for now. But don't forget, the real money is in the private events. You won't get rich singing on stage alone."

Mr. David's smile widens as he sees her hesitation, his tone becoming more insistent, almost demanding.

"Now, don't worry about the private events just yet. I want you to acclimate, get comfortable here. But make no mistake, sweetheart... when the time comes, you'll find yourself... accommodating our patrons' desires. After all, that's what they're paying for."

Amber swallows her trepidation and nods, trying to maintain a veneer of composure in front of Mr. David. She's still far from comfortable with the idea of private performances, but she doesn't see any other option at the moment.

"Okay, I understand. I'll start performing on stage first. But... I can't promise anything beyond that."

Mr. David leans back in his chair, his expression satisfied with her response. He nods slightly, his eyes studying her with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction.

"Good, that's good. You're learning quickly, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll be a valuable asset to us here at the Velvet Lounge. Now, when can you start performing for us?"

Amber takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. A part of her is still reluctant, still hesitating, but she knows she needs this opportunity. She nods, her voice a bit shaky but as firm as she can manage.

"Yes, I can start singing... tonight. I'm ready."

Mr. David's smile widens, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he leans forward slightly, his voice becoming more urgent, more intense.

"Very good, very good. Tonight it is then. I'll get you set up with a performance slot. Be here at 8 pm. And sweetheart... make sure you're prepared to give our patrons a night to remember. They don't tolerate mediocrity here."

Amber nods slowly, her heart beating a bit faster as the reality of the situation dawns on her. She gathers her courage and asks Mr. David a question in a quiet, nervous voice.

"Is there, um, a room I can use to get ready before my performance? Like a dressing room or something?"

Mr. David nods, seeming pleased at her question. He gestures to a side door nearby.

"Yes, we have a dressing room for our performers. It's just through there. You can use it to get yourself ready before your show."

Mr. David stands up from his chair and moves to a desk nearby, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a thick stack of documents. He flips through them, selects one, and hands it to Amber.

"Before we go any further, we need to sign a contract. Just a few standard terms and conditions, nothing too complicated. Have a look through it, and if you're comfortable with everything, we can sign it right now."