"Don't fall for it! He's trying to enslave us!" Nadora snapped coldly, warning the others of the sinister man before them.
"Enslave? That's a bit harsh," Orson replied with a chuckle, then cleared his throat. "Look, as long as you girls work hard for me, you'll receive the highest bonuses, top-tier benefits, and hey—if you're popular and perform well, buying back your freedom isn't out of the question."
At that moment, Orson looked every bit the sketchy factory recruiter outside a shady tech plant, selling dreams to naïve new hires.
"Does that mean if they do a good job, they'll be rewarded?" Hazel asked innocently from his side, tilting her head, those big eyes sparkling with admiration.
Orson patted her head and nodded.
Hazel beamed with joy. "Then I want to join too! Please?"
"…Nope," Orson said, his smile twitching. "You don't have long legs like they do. The audience loves tall girls when it comes to dancing."
