Chitanda-san took the pen and signed her name in blue ink followed by today’s date.
“Excellent,” the man smiled as he quickly retrieved both the contract and the pen back into his possession. Standing up from his seat, he gestured towards a door towards the back, “Would you please step right this way?”
“Eh?” The girl was taken aback. “Are we… starting already?” She hesitantly stepped towards the back door, opened it, and found a long hallway before her with several doors on either side.
“By the way, the sign on fee is ¥1000000.”
“EH?” Chitanda gaped. “You’re kidding. One million yen?”
“Afraid not,” the man held up the sheet of paper from before, “The contract you just signed says it explicitly. What’s wrong? Are you unable to pay?”
The girl went silent. Her heart was racing. A million yen was more money that she had possessed in her entire life. “That’s not fair. You didn’t tell me.”
“Hey now! Don’t blame me for not reading the contract. You signed up for this. Well, no worries, there’s a quick way to pay off this debt.”
“What is it?”
“Nude modeling. Those will sell like hotcakes.”
“N-Nude!?” She immediately blushed.
Two large men approached her from behind, each grabbing her arm as they escorted her down the hallway. Towards the end, there was a door around the corner that led them to a spacious studio.
There was a large white sheet that hung from above that rolled across the floor. She was made to stand at the center with a pure-white background. There were lights bright lights on black stands, beaming white light straight at her. Cameras were set up, operated by a single cameraman.
The old man wasted no time, “And! Start!”
The lens pointed at the timid, fearful, high schooler. She was made to introduce herself in front of the recording camera. “My name is Chitanda Eru. I am fifteen-years old.”
One at a time, she was instructed to strip off an item of clothing, each cycle leading to an increasingly bigger monetary payback to counteract her debt. First, it was her white blouse. Then, it was her shoes and socks. Then, it was her dark-blue skirt. Then, her white bra. And lastly, her white underwear.
Towards the end, she was kneeling on the floor with her arms covering her private spots.
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