She's too broke to buy new outfits for a gig that has yet to pay a cent. Her coltish, supermodel roommate, Devon, is singing in the kitchen while flexing her culinary skills. Whatever she's cooking smells delicious, and Winterlynn hasn't had a solid meal since last night, nervous about today's audition, and now even more so having to dance nude in just a few hours. “Are you hungry, Winter?” Devon calls out.“No, thanks,” Winterlynn replies.“I have to leave soon.” Devon rushes down the hall to Winterlynn's room, seeing her packing.“Where are you going?” “I auditioned and was hired on the spot. I start in a few hours. Got to pack and go.” Devon checks out the selection of lingerie and sexy outfits.“Oh? That's cool. I didn't know you had an interview. What kind of job is it?” Winterlynn avoids Devon's gaze, unsure of her feelings regarding the nature of the gig.“Dancing, at a private club.” Devon doesn't quit, brushing Winterlynn's hair out of her face, asking,“Where at?
