They can be rowdy

Amber sets her phone down and takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knows what she has to do next, and she's not sure if she's ready for it, but she doesn't have a choice. The clock ticks in the background, the sound of the seconds passing by seeming to echo in her ears, the weight of her situation weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Amber sits in the silence for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts and scenarios. She knows that this is a dangerous job, and she can't help but feel a sense of unease and uncertainty. But she also knows that she has to be strong, that she has to see this through, no matter what. She takes another deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead.

Amber continues to sit in the silence, trying to gather her thoughts and push down the fear that threatens to consume her. Her mind is filled with thoughts of what could go wrong, what kind of dangers she might face, but she tries to focus on the task at hand, on the job at the bar. The clock continues to tick, a constant reminder of the passing time... and the growing sense of urgency.

At 5pm Amber stands outside the Velvet Lounge bar, her heart beating loudly in her chest. She takes a deep breath to steady her nerves and pushes open the doors of the bar. The loud music and the dim lighting hit her as she enters the establishment, and she scans the room for the manager of the bar. Her hands tremble slightly as she approaches the counter, still trying to calm her racing heart.

As Amber walks through the bar, a few men turn and stare at her, their gazes traveling over her body hungrily. She can feel their eyes lingering on her, and she feels a twinge of discomfort at their lecherous looks. One particularly sleazy-looking man makes some rude comment about her appearance, and his friend laughs loudly, making it clear that they're both drunk.

As she continues to walk towards the counter, Amber tries to ignore the comments and stares from the men around her. She feels a pang of disgust at their behavior, but she knows she has to keep her cool and focus on the task at hand. Finally, she reaches the counter and sees the manager, a middle-aged man in a suit, who seems to be waiting for her.

Amber approaches the manager with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she speaks.

"Excuse me... I'm looking for Mr. David. I was told he was expecting me…"

The manager looks up at Amber, his eyes flickering up and down as he takes her in. He stands up straight and offers her a smile, his voice professional but with a hint of amusement.

"Yes, that's right. You must be Miss Amber. I'm Mr. David, the manager of the Velvet Lounge. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mr. David motions for her to follow him, leading her away from the bar area towards a quieter nook in the back. He gestures for her to take a seat at a small table, waiting until she's seated before taking a seat himself across from her. He leans back in his chair, his gaze studying her, his expression betraying nothing.

Mr. David leans back in his chair, his eyes continuing to study her with a cool, appraising gaze. It's clear that he's sizing her up, trying to get a read on her. The silence between them is broken only by the sound of the bar patrons in the background, the music and laughter seeming oddly out of place in this quiet corner.

Mr. David leans further back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he continues to regard her. After a few moments, he finally breaks the silence, his voice smooth and businesslike.

"So, Miss Amber... you're looking for a job, I understand. Tell me... what kind of experience do you have in the hospitality industry?"

Amber's eyes light up at the mention of singing, her nervousness fading slightly as she focuses on something she's confident about.

"Oh, I'm actually a singer. I've performed at a few small clubs and bars before, mostly singing covers of popular songs. I've also written some original songs that I hope to perform more in the future."

Mr. David seems impressed by her response, his expression becoming slightly more interested.

"A singer, you say? That's quite interesting. I must admit, we could use someone with your talent on our roster."

Mr. David smiles at her response, seemingly pleased with her enthusiasm. He studies her for a moment, his expression betraying no thoughts. Then, he leans forward slightly, his voice becoming a bit more solemn.

"Before we go on... I'll be honest with you. Our clientele here at the Velvet Lounge tends to be a bit... demanding. We cater to a certain type of customer, and they can sometimes be... difficult to deal with, if you know what I mean."

Mr. David pauses for a moment, his eyes locking with hers as he speaks, his voice low and serious.

"I just want to make sure you're aware of what you're getting into. Our patrons can be... rowdy, and they sometimes expect more than just singing from our performers. Things can get a bit... heated and rowdy in here, especially late at night. You up for the challenge?"

Mr. David leans further forward, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes hold her gaze, the intensity of his stare making her feel a bit uneasy.

"I mean... they expect a bit of extra entertainment, if you catch my drift. Sometimes they can get a bit handsy with our performers, expecting them to dance or sing privately for them, to... well, they're looking for more than just a performance here. Can you handle that?"

Amber's heart rate quickens as Mr. David's words sink in, and the realization of what the job might entail hits her like a cold shower. She had never done anything like that before, never had to deal with drunken patrons expecting that kind of... interaction from her. She tries to keep her voice steady, but she can't help the hint of fear that seeps into her words.

"I... I've never done anything like that before. I don't know if I can…"

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