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Eyr sat on the curb in the middle of Culture Street, staring blankly at a piece of paper in her hands.
"How did this happen..." she muttered. Occasionally, riders and, less frequently, carriages would pass by, but she paid them no attention.
Fleeing what she thought, in a moment of panic, was Alessia's pursuit, Eyr signed the contract offered by the head bunny without even glancing at it, just to hide in a wardrobe. Then, when Alessia finished her business and left, it turned out that she now had to entertain guests at the casino with a dance... for a whole three weeks. Her own stupidity, combined with the disappointment of not being able to visit the local fighting club, noticeably soured her mood, but at first, she decided that, all in all, it wasn't so bad, especially since they paid well at "Lalique," and she certainly knew how to move her body. Then, when Sarah showed her a photo of the costume she would have to wear, Eyr's head seemed to spin.
"So, the pole is... a kind of weapon, right? Ha-ha..."
"I suppose you could say that: a weapon whose brilliance our dancers use to dazzle customers and win their hearts. I think it would be better if you saw it for yourself."
After one of the employees measured Eyr's figure, she also led the girl to the lounge area and showed her what her job would entail.
It looked something like this, with adjustments for other costumes:
The picture that appeared before her eyes and the horror that awaited her this evening made her face as red as her hair. All that remained was to hope that none of her acquaintances would recognize her. Overwhelmed by what had happened, Eyr entered a beauty salon and, out of curiosity, ordered a manicure in her favorite color, noting to herself that the result didn't look too bad... After that, she went to a hotel, paid for a room for a week in advance, and lay down in bed, dreading the time of her shift.
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