Hoping to land a steady job, you walk into a small delicatessen located in a quieter section of the city. You can tell that this section of town doesn't get many too many visitors by the general lack of customers not only in the deli, but on the street as well. Even the man behind the counter has spread out a deck of cards on the counter in a game of Klondike solitaire, trying to kill the boredom of his work shift. As you close the door behind you, a small bell announces your entrance, and the man behind the counter shifts his gaze toward the beautiful young woman that just walked in.
"Finally! A customer!" he shouts with glee, dropping a fist full of cards on the counter, then quickly regaining his composure. "Erm, I mean welcome to Joe's Deli! How can I help you, miss?"
You reply, "I saw your sign out front, and--"
The man cuts off your sentence. "Oh, you're one of those..." He sighs, then continues, "And here I thought I finally had a customer for once..."
"Business is kinda slow, eh?" you inquire, wondering if applying here would be a waste of your time.
"To be honest, I haven't had a single customer since I opened this deli last week! It's a disaster!"
A look of confusion crosses your face. "No customers at all?"
"I guess they're scared off because my deli is a little bit different." He leans a bit closer, as if about to tell you his darkest secret. "You see, I specialize in selling the meat of, well... let's just say that cannibalism is legal now."
You gulp hard, suddenly getting a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. "I... I see," you manage to say. You stop to take a good look around, noticing various cuts of meat inside refrigerated glass display cases. Most of it looks like various cuts of beef, but a chill runs down your spine as you recognize a few plates holding pairs of whole human breasts.
"Well, that's why I put that sign out front, and why I need the help of a few scrumptious-looking women such as yourself. I need a little bit of advertising help for the deli, and maybe if I can show people what my shop has to offer, business would start booming!"
You think about this for a minute, still skeptical about the job. "What would I have to do? And how much is the pay?"
The man smiles at you, simply saying, "You'll find out when you sign the employment contract."
Your intuition is telling you that this is a bad idea, but you haven't found anyone else willing to offer you any sort of employment, and you may not get another chance like this. You consider his words carefully before making a decision.
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