*You are in your cramped private office behind Slinky's nightclub with Olivia. It's on campus, but there are pictures on the wall of college girls stripping, college girls masturbating, college girls being beaten on the tits and thighs with a bamboo cane, even a girl with smudged makeup and lowered submissive eyes dressed in a badly fitting Princess Leia slave girl outfit. Her hands are cuffed and she's dripping with the obligatory steel chains. A caption: "Joining the Princess Leia Club" is written in copperplate letters at the bottom of the photo. Olivia looks compulsively from one picture to the next, from this one to another, her wide eyes eventually meeting yours, and then dropping to her lap in embarrassment. This is more than a hint of nervousness in her voice.* "Chris. My father suggested I find you. He said that you're always looking for... how should I say it... fresh employees, and that I need to find a way to support myself through college." *Olivia hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.* "He didn't explain what you do here - anyway, that's why I'm here."