"Sure."
It hadn't surprised Oliver to find that Tony had gotten into the adult industry. What surprised him was the different revenue streams and just how normal sex work had become.
Streaming on Twitch? YouTube channels? TikToks?
It was probably because he was old, well older, but he still remembered a time when porn was a hidden shame that you slid behind a google browser window.
Damn, I wonder if Noella-- Absolutely not.
He knew his client and despite the heavy lean into her sex appeal the girl was as lustful as a rock. Now, a good looking rock! There was no doubt about it with her large chest, small waist, wide hips, and plump behind (her trainer saw to it) but a rock nonetheless.
They crossed the waiting room with a nod before entering the studio to find his bouldered client cooing and ad-libbing for one of her tracks.
The girl was good, great even! She wasn't just beautiful but actually talented with the drive of a work horse and that was distressingly hard to find in this industry. But all the classic training and intricately written lyrics couldn't replace the fact that Noella was just so... ordinary.
It made sense why, of course. She was a simple girl who grew up in the suburbs; a middle child with an older and younger brother, close-knit religious family. Like most kids, she took to social media to show off her skills and with a stroke of luck had gone viral. And in the beginning it was great! Lots of buzz and attention, a large fanbase. But after releasing her EP things quickly dwindled down and though the fans were mighty they were small and small was never good in this industry.
He hadn't told her, not wanting to worry the young woman but if things continued to decline the way they were he'd been given far more than subtle hints her label was ready to give her the boot.
"She's got the looks and the talent, Tony," Oliver sighed. "The drive too! You hear it? The music's great. But I'm telling you, something's missing."