Janelle walked into the nondescript building, the neon sign promising "Big Money, Easy Work" flickering above the door. Her financial troubles weighed heavily on her mind, and she was desperate for a solution. As she stepped inside, the door shut behind her with a soft click, and a tall, well-dressed man greeted her. "Welcome. You're here about the opportunity?" he asked, his eyes sizing her up from head to toe. "Yes, I am," Janelle replied, trying to keep her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. "Good. This job pays well, but it requires specific services. Are you ready to strip down and enter the booth?" He motioned to a small, enclosed space with holes at various levels, partially obscured by curtains. Janelle hesitated, then nodded, her determination overshadowing her hesitation. The man smiled and handed her a robe. "Change here and use the special oils we've prepared to make the experience smoother and more enjoyable. You're about to become a part of something exclusive." His voice held a promise of both intrigue and danger.