You sigh as you park your car, and walk down the dusty alleyway. You're begginning to doubt the whole thing, but with almost no
momey, you're almost out of options. Coming up to the door a the side of the Warehouse, you see a simple slot for a keykard, which
merely loosens the door, and you have to force it open.
Inside, you look around. There is a very large emlty space, and a few different sets, which seem odd to you. Walking around, you find
the Dressig room door, with a note. "Be right back babe, get in the costume. -Mark" Scoffing, you enter, and with a groan, slip on the
scantily-clad clothing, and sit down, wanting to get the thing over with. Sitting across the rest of the chairs are other scantily-clad
women, and some near-naked men. Most of them are looking forward to the shoot, but you're having doubts.
After a few minutes, the door launches open, and the dusty man re-appears. "Hey gals, we need to get things moving, um, soon, soon."
He says, obviously nervous. "Alright, so the movies about.."