Noting Nicole's respectful tone, Jemma softened slightly and said, “Just call me Jemma."

"Jemma, I understand you want me to help you make money, but this dress will just make me look cheap and won't attract earnings. If I wear something that suits me better, I promise it'll be more profitable for you."

Nicole understood these people were all about money, so being pitiful wouldn't help. Maybe if she discussed the upsides and downsides with Jemma, she could convince Jemma.

Nicole persisted, refusing to give up even in a tough situation. She was determined to find a way out.

Jemma frowned and studied Nicole. While Nicole was definitely attractive, she wasn't flashy. This dress, however, would cheapen Nicole's natural elegance.

After a moment, Jemma decided and said, "Choose something yourself. The clothes are over there."

Nicole searched through the options but found little that appealed to her. Eventually, she settled on a shirt and a short skirt that resembled a sexy uniform. Though it was tempting, thankfully, it wasn't too revealing.

Jemma examined Nicole closely and said, "You're not the youngest, but you have potential."

The outfit was undeniably alluring to Nicole.

Even Jemma, who was accustomed to seeing many women, thought Nicole looked both attractive and elegant. Despite her clients’ usual preference for younger women, Nicole's distinctive charm and pleasant demeanor made her stand out.

Jemma noted Nicole's soft, inviting eyes. She was confident Nicole would be well-liked by the clients and generate significant earnings.

Seeing Jemma appear approachable, Nicole cautiously asked, "Jemma, I'm just a barmaid here, right?"

Jemma noticed her anxious expression and reassured her with a smile, “Yes, right here, we only chat with clients, have drinks, and keep them entertained."

"Okay, I understand." Nicole was a sharp woman. She knew when to speak and when to hold her tongue. Talking to Jemma over some topics was pointless. They were strangers, and she wouldn't get any help from Jemma. She had to depend on herself.

Jemma then suggested, "You need a stage name. One of our own, Cherry, just left. How about you take that name?"

"Okay, Jemma." Nicole agreed. She didn't mind the name. She understood that in this setting, her choices were limited.

Jemma looked at Nicole with a hint of pity. The boss had assigned Nicole to entertain an old pervert tonight. Nicole looked fragile and might struggle with such a client.

"Just behave yourself, and you'll be fine." Jemma added, “And remember, don't upset the clients. If you do, I can't help you.

"I understand, Jemma," Nicole responded.

Seeing that Nicole got her point, Jemma didn't say anything else. She motioned to Nicole. "Come with me."