She takes her time finishing your character, with an eye towards the sluttiest possible 'clothing' they have available for download elsewhere online. Once she's done, you find yourself in a car, pulling up to what is presumably your new house here. It's small, barely a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a living room area, but at least it's decent. As you stand there, the paperboy arrives, placing the paper on the ground. Unable to stop yourself, you find that she has chosen for you to find a job right now. Looking through the possibilities, you think maybe she'll want you as an actress. No, you find yourself responding, and you continue looking. A politician? No, not that one either. Finally, on your third look you find that the Kitty Kat Klub downtown needs an exotic dancer. You unwillingly respond "Yes" to that one, and suddenly know that the car will be here to take you there at 6 pm.
Laughter rings out from somewhere above your head. "Oh, look there little Mikey! If you do really good at dancing, maybe you'll get promoted to 'head' waitress! I can't wait to see you in your work outfit. Matter of fact, why wait?" she says before suddenly time begins moving forward at a rapid pace. You barely find time to learn a bit about cooking and use the bathroom after eating before time slows down again. It's 6pm and the car pulls up out front, honking its' horn. You suddenly spin in place and change into your new 'work' outfit.
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