09-17-2020, 06:47 PM
Carmen leaned to shake the offered hand, and exchanged her own name too, though she expected the girl to already know it. There was confidence to her demeanor but no apparent arrogance, and any natural nerves were smoothed with composure. Carmen’s gaze as she assessed this was calculating, but not cold. She’d read the resume, of course. Anna wasn’t the only dancer to grace Kallisti’s halls who had a pedigree background, but it wasn’t common either. Experience in a strip club boded well enough; it wasn’t exactly the same as what they did here, but it meant the girl was probably used to handling the attention. On paper it was an easy sell.
A hand waved to the chair. There was little preamble. Carmen wouldn't waste either of their time.
“Have you ever done burlesque? What made you choose to apply here?”
A hand waved to the chair. There was little preamble. Carmen wouldn't waste either of their time.
“Have you ever done burlesque? What made you choose to apply here?”