13: Talia.

My fingers tighten around the tray in my hands.

Daniel was right.

That's my first thought when I make my initial lap around the table games and male attention rolls toward me in a lecherous wave. They aren't subtle about looking at my body. They ogle my breasts, which are pushed up and on display in the neckline of this too-snug dress. The hem is short, but it rides up ominously now, so often that I have to keep tugging it down. And the gamers seem to enjoy watching me struggle to remain covered by the gold material, some of them openly turning in their chairs to watch me.

I feel naked and vulnerable, but Faye only laughs at my expression.

"We've got a randy crop tonight!" she says to me out of the corner of her mouth. "Bet you won't be complaining when we're counting our tips at the end of the night." She gives me a subtle elbow in the ribs. "By the way, fifty percent of your tips are mine while you're training."

Once that piece of information is shared, her refusal to find a dress i