Pole dancing

Ava's hands were clammy, she held them to her sides, rubbing the sweat off on the uniform they forced her into.

The said uniform for the upstairs workers was a checkered mini skirt, heels, and a cropped button-down shirt that was 2 times smaller.

She fired questions at Madame and Olive about how impractical the uniforms were, and how were the severs supposed to work in heels. And the skirts were so short that any hastened movements would have her flashing the crowd.

Madame just laughed, while quoting something in French and Ava cursed her out in her head.

The Bitch always treated them like dirt on her shoe, paying them no mind, and whenever she did it was to probe, pick apart and shame their appearances. Ava was not a fan.

Olive followed before glaring at Ava to shut up.

Ava followed behind them mutely, her eyes meeting with Brody's.

"You'll not be catering to the slubs up there so there's no room for mistakes, or you'll pay with your life" Madame spoke.

Ava laughed at the joke