"You have an office?" You ask, slightly surprised, as you get out of the car.
He snickers slightly, "Of course; it would hardly be professional if I didn't, now would it?" He unlocks the front door of the building, leading you down a somewhat narrow hallway, until you arrive at a door simply marked "Director's Office".
The office itself is surprisingly large. In fact, this room is actually the waiting area, as evidenced by the number of plush chairs, as well as the secretary behind the mahogany desk. She gives you a slightly appraising look, but says nothing.
"Hold my calls, Serena," he tells her, "I'm interviewing a potential new star, and don't wish to be disturbed."
The secretary, a woman with a rather impressive bust and coal-black hair eyes you again, a smirk on her face. "Yes, sir."
He leads you through another doorway, into his office proper. It is elegantly appointed, with a pair of leather couches, another large desk, possibly actually made of carved granite on the far wall. Various curio cabinets line the walls, filled with all manner of expensive looking collectibles.
"Have a seat," he tells you, pointing to the couches.
You comply, feeling quite nervous, and actually rather intimidated. He exudes an air of authority in here, and you can tell by his tone that he's used to it.
"You ever do anything like this?" he asks you.
"No, I...can't say that I have," you reply.
"Aww c'mon, pretty girl like you, never got crazy and made a tape with her boyfriend?" he jokes, trying to put you at ease...at least you THINK he's joking.
"Nope...that sort of thing kind of always creeped me out," you reply.
"So why are you even here, dollface?" he asks, quite serious.
"I need the exposure," you reply, realizing even now how cliche the idea is. Virtually no woman had any sort of movie career after doing porn. "And," you sigh, "I can really use the money."
"You think you can really do this?" he asks, "You have this kind of...I donno, innocent charm about you."