"Excuse me, sir, you were the mannequinn in the men's wear department? I would like to pay you to model in our window," said a breathless young woman in a black sweater and long flora skirt. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Theda Chateau, Neiman Marcus window dresser, and I will pay you $20 per hour to model a Versace speedo. They aren't selling well, but with you modeling it, I imagine sales should rise at least 15%."
"You want me to parade around in a speedo for $20/hour?"
"No, not parade, I want you as a mannequinn, and $20/hour includes hours when the shop is closed. You'll be on display 24 hours in the main window."
"You want me to be a mannequinn 24/7?"
"$480 per day to stand around being pretty is a good wage."
"Yeah, well, being emasculated and manhandled by a rude sales clerk isn't worth it," Tony said nodding toward the clerk standing next to the Supervisor in the men's wear department.
Chateau turned her attention to Jeff, as Tony continued toward the door. He was carrying the lap top.
"Young man, you are operating the Chronivac that controls him, yes?"
"Well..."
"I will pay you $480 per day, if you can make him come back to model as a mannequin," then glancing over her shoulder at Mark, Tony and Eric, "Tell you what I need them for 2 weeks, $1000 per day, $14000 for all three of them. Though you'll have to buff those other two up a bit more."