“You’ll get a second uniform later so you can swap them out,” Rosie says. “Take a couple minutes and then meet me at the bar.”
“Okay.”
She leaves, and I fix my hair, wringing more water out of it. Wait...what?
Everything she just said to me hits at once. No sex with clients? Oh my god. Orgy not O.R.G. I realize that this is a very different club than I thought it was. This is a sex club.
I suppose it’s too late to turn back now.