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Anne pulled me out of the office and down an long hallway with lots of rooms and an opening that led to a large room. I tried to investigate but she jerked my arm to keep following her.

"What does a performer do?" I asked, trying to pull my arm away. That only made her grip tighten.

"You performer for men." She stated. Once I comprehended what she said, I planted my feet in the ground and refused to move. I was frozen.

Yeah, I have been to a lot of parties but I am still a virgin. This is way different anyway. At parties, it just happens, but now I am basically selling myself to men.

"Vanessa! Let's go." Anne pulled my arm. I just stood there, transfixed.

Wait. Isn't this supposed to be an 'institution for troubled girls?' What am I doing performing for men, then?

"I thought this was a place for troubled girls?" I asked.

"You don't need to know what this place is. All you need to know is that you are a performer and you have a show in three hours." And with that, Anne pushed me into a bedroom and shut the door.

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