Maggie watched as more dancers filed onto the stage. Beautiful as they were, it was a sad fate that had fallen on them, and Maggie knew that it was now her fate as well. The man brought her to a door and beat his fist against it. A scary looking woman opened the door, blowing a puff of smoke into Maggie's face.

"She is your's now Wicked. Teach her what will be her new life." The man laughed as he shoved the fragile looking girl towards the older woman.

The woman grinned and took Maggie by the arm. "Come on Little Princess." She sneered as she pulled the girl into her room. "Let's get you into something a bit more proper." Once the door was shut, The woman began to strip the simple dress from Maggies form. Her face turned a bright shade of red. "W-What are you doing?!" SHe protested as she tried to cover herself up.
"Come now princess, there is no such thing as modesty here." The woman took another puff of her cigarette. "Listen girl. You are going to be working the floor while the older girls dance. You are to show skin, flirt, do whatever the men want you too." She grabbed Maggie's chin and forced her to look her in the eye. "That means everything."

Maggie struggled out of the woman's grip and backed out her door, clutching her dress over her. She shut the door in the woman's face and backed into a group of dancers just coming of the stage. A small cry escaped her as she looked up at the beautiful woman behind her. The woman was of asian decent and didn't quite seem to fit among the others. Maggie could still feel a few tears falling from her eyes as she looked up at the woman. She was terrified of what was going to happen to her in this place.