(Le time skip)

You had a break, so what's better than standing on a balcony with your lonesome self contemplating existence? Yeah, you really need a social life.
You took a deep breath before going back out onto the floor.

You went to the locker room and changed out of your courier uniform and into your Zumba outfit instead. Yeah, that's right. Sometimes you taught Zumba here.

You went in the elevator, went up a few floors and walked into the designated room. You got somethings designated and slowly but surely some people walked in.

It may seem weird to have Zumba classes in a casino/resort but a good bit of people come here just for the shows and don't want to spend time at the casino, so they need things to do so they don't decide to leave early and to come back.

So, here you we're leading some people in a hour long class, mostly just women with their girls.

After a maybe an hour the class was over and some participants went over to talk to you. You responded to them while wiping your brow and drinking some water, because you don't want to get any cramps or anything.

The last of the people left and you were starting to put some stuff away where they belonged but you saw a couple pairs of eyes on you from the mirrors along one wall. You turned to the doorway where they were watching you and immediately recognized one of them. The group of 5 men walked towards you, your boss in the front.

A few of the guys looked more old like, one of them was quite potbellied, while one of them had a red dress shirt, black vest and a black tie. He was the most snazzy dresser.

"Hey, bossman." You said to your boss with a small smile at your face with a short glance at the others. "Hello, y/n. Great job today." One of the older guys, who was somewhat ugly looking piped up, "Really, such a shame that you're not a stripper." Your smile soon turned into a snarl. "Touch me and I'll take you to court." He backed up a bit before saying, "Fiesty. I like it."

You decided to ignore him for now, but you took a note to watch out for him. "So, what's the deal with the entourage?"

"Oh, these are all of the real estate kings of Vegas. In a couple of nights, we're going to hold some games in the casino to determine who gets all of goods."

I rose my eyes at this. "Doesn't sound like a good idea to me, but whatever floats my boat."

"Oh, and you're going to be hosting the games."

"Ummm..."

"Extra pay."

"Okay then! When do you want me?"

The men around me let out a small chuckle at how easily I was swayed. The boss leaned into my ear and whispered. "You're gonna have to wear a dress that we'll provide. Feel free to use the makeup rooms. We just wanna impress Mr. Phantom here, all right?" He pointed to the snazzily dressed man that I assume is the man named Phantom. I recognized his name, he owned most of the biggest casinos/hotels in Vegas.

I whispered back in his ear. "If it is lingerie your a dead man." He shook his head. "Just a dress."

"Well, gentlemen, I suppose we should leave Y/n back to work, don't worry we'll see plenty more of her soon." Most of the men walked out, but the guy I believed was named Phantom said, "Pleasure, meeting you Ms. Y/n." He then left, with you alone in an aerobics room.