Right now I'm inside Erin's carriage, my eyes fixed intensely on the contract as I skim through every detail. A little screw-up when signing a contract can ruin someone for life.
They'll be in charge of my page during the period I'm signed with them, and the royalties will be split fifty-fifty. When featured with other characters, royalties will be split evenly, with a full breakdown of earnings available if requested. I can also ask for advance payments, but doing that is basically shooting myself in the foot. It feels good to collect the money upfront, but it's very hard to pay back, leaving one indebted to the studio and unable to leave.
"Phew… there's no shady clauses," I let out a sigh and glance over at Erin, who is looking at me strangely.
"I heard you fucked Lasawani and she moaned pretty loudly. The news spread quickly across the entire studio and now even the boss already knows about you," Erin says.
