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Sweets got up and followed the woman. It looked like she would have to get used to being told what to do if she was to work at this place. As for this Dean brute, she would deal with him on a later day. At least when CC wasn't there. That was the plan. She would be a good girl for now though.

Once she was in CC's office she started to speak with the woman once more. "Look, I apologize. I'll do as you say, follow your rules as well. I really need this job. " There was a bit of begging in her voice now. She hated begging but it looked like it was had she had to do for the time being. "And I won't mess with the bouncer either. I'll apologize to him once we're done here if you want me to as well. " She then smiled at CC.

Closing the door behind them both, she moved a chair out from where it was sat to let the woman sit down and then took a seat herself in her big, comfy leather chair. She sat in silence, just staring at the woman and looking her over as she wondered about her. This sudden change in attitude was interesting, and obviously fake - after all, she'd used that same tactic a number of times herself. She'd lost track of the number of times she'd simply said what she thought the other person wanted to hear. She couldn't help but smirk as she saw right through the woman, and loved it.

A thought came to mind as she was feeling kinda impulsive tonight, and it only made her smile widen. What if she were to take this human and kill her, make her a vampire. Maybe she could be successfull with this one as it seemed to have a better attitude on it than DD did. However, there was the worry that the turning would change her and make her weird like it had DD. So she didn't do anything yet, just waited and mulled it over in her mind.

"Then I guess I can give you a chance, on that understanding. Yes?"

She pulled out the various forms that needed filled out and slid them across the table to her with a pen.

"Fill these out for me please - and what size are you? Just bottom half - you don't wear a top, just pasties."

She got up and walked by the womn to the other end of the office where there were rails of clothes and outfits that were new and waiting to be given or bought by staff for work.

Sweets beamed when she heard CC say she got the job. She couldn't believe it. It would be so nice to save up and have a place of her own. Not only that, but she could buy whatever she wanted now too. The girl loved to go shopping and couldn't wait for her own first pay check for this place. She wouldn't even mind faking a sorry to that idiot who had smacked before she came into the place. It would be worth it.

She nodded, only skimming over the papers. The girl couldn't be bothered to actually read it all. She had the job, that's all she cared about. She signed her name on the spots where it said to and wrote down what size she was on the bottom. She wasn't exactly a hundred percent sure and guessed what sized her hips were smiled. Probably a medium, she thought. Meanwhile, the girl had no idea that CC even considered turning her. "Thanks for the chance, I actually really appreciate it." The girl sounded sincere now.

The woman didn't answer her and that irked CC. She looked her over and guessed she was day dreaming about god only knew what, so walked back over and smacked her on the back of the head and took the papers - seeing the size had been written down there.

"Tell you what sweetcheeks. If I ask a question, you answer it. Otherwise - expect bruises, right?"

She disappeared into the racks of clothes and thumbed through the different shorts until she found the right size. Pulling out three pairs, she then picked up a pair of stripper heels she guessed would fit and then emerged once more. She placed the plain black hotpants in front of the girl and the shoes beside them - just clear platform stilettos like everyone wore on and off stage. She then went back around her desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a few packs of green pasties and handed them over.

"There you are. Uniform."

She grinned, setting herself down in the seat and looking over the paperwork to make sure everything was filled out as it needed to be.

"Well, we need to think of a stagename. Because having blood in your name, not so sexy or appealling to folks."

Though, perhaps to her and those like her - it might be. But she certainly wasn't running a vampire club here. This was mixed, but aimed more for humans as they spent money more willingly than the vampires seemed to. She'd lost her other vampiric staff, and she wondered about having the merits of another. She looked the girl over and wondered if she could spend an eternity in her company. It was certainly tempting, and the thought made her lick her lips thoughtfully.

"Now, go and try tham on. And tell me, you ever wanted..... more from your life? Something..... better? To be stronger, faster. Just, more than you are now?"

The answers given here, would hopefully help her make up her mind on that nagging thought that had been invading her mind for weeks now. That she wanted a childe of her own.

Sweets laughed a bit at the woman, bruises.. That was supposed to be a thread? She shook smirked as she looked down at CC. "I'm not afraid of getting rough handled, hun. I might just ignore your questions or orders just to smacked around a little." She laughed again, kidding of course. The red head would do her best to follow any orders her new boss gave her. "I'm kidding, boss lady. I'll do as you say."

The girl then looked at the uniform and shrugged. She had seen worse. The heels weren't too bad either. Tilting her head, she smiled softly as CC said she need to work on a stage name. What was wrong with her name, she thought. However CC was her boss now so she was right. "I guess I could work on my stage name. Any ideas? As for being stronger, it wouldn't be a bad thing, I guess. Why? Got some sort of drug you get your girls to use?" She asked, watching the other woman.

Yeh, this one was lippy - she'd do well with the customers, so long as it didn't go too far and become cheek. Attitude was all well and good, when used in the appropriate circumstances and situations. However, sometimes, it was too much and needed beaten back and reined in. Time would tell how this one would fare and exactly what would be needed to be done to turn her into a decent worker, dancer and yes, childe. Like the whole joke she'd tried, about how she wanted to be handled roughly, and would disobey her to specifically be hurt. That.... was just wrong. That spoke volumes about a woman who didn't think much of herself, had self esteem issues, and got off on being punished. Yes, she participated in that from time to time for some of her clients. She didn't enjoy it and it took everything she had not to turn around and rip the faces off the fuckers. But hell, it got her cash and clients - so she did it and did it without complaint.

However, the girl hadn't moved yet to put on the uniform as she'd been instructed to. So CC got up, took her by the arm and dragged her into the racks of clothes.

"Get changed as I told you to!"

She grumbled, then went back to her seat and tried to think about a stage name for the woman. Her red hair was rather stunning, and she had potential, like a bud that was about to open. It gave her an idea and so as the woman got changed - she hoped - she flicked onto google and began to browse and search through a few different pictures and names of red flowers to see if anything jumpd out at her. She ended up on a website with a list of red flowers, and as she scrolled through, one jumped out at her IMMEDIATELY and made her grin.

"Yeh, I've found your name. You're now called 'Snapdragon' whenever you're here in the club. I want no mention of Sweet or Blood or anything like that. You're now Snapdragon."

She leant back and grinned, pleased with herself, as she thought of the next question that had been asked. Was it breaking the masquerade to tell someone about vampires when you intended to ask them to become your kid? Probably. Which meant if she asked, it was already too late. Because one way or another - Sweets wouldn't live to tell anyone else. She'd either have to be turned, or killed - so that CC hadn't broken the masquerade. It was a debate that raged in CC's head for all of 5 mins before she shrugged and went with it. She'd not had a choice in the matter, so why should anyone else? This was just how it was done right?

"No, no drugs. Something else entirely. I could give you something..... a gift. It would mean you'd look like you do forever.... but you'd be, improved. Stronger. Faster. Better than you are now. The world would be yours for the taking - so long as you pledged your life and loyalty to me. For eternity."

That was ok. It told her, without really telling her. Right? The woman's response would tell her all she needed to know, while still giving them an out if needed. Now, it was all down to Sweet.