On the male side, there are seven of us, while on the female side, there are eight.

When I look at everyone in my group, I notice an elf with very pink lips — which is kind of weird for a guy and I figure he must be gay. There are two humans too. One is a bald, dark, muscular man with veins bulging all over his body. The second has dark glasses and his hair tied in a ponytail. He seems close to the really dark guy, like they’re friends. Standing a foot away from them is another man, a bald old human with a slightly bent posture, white beard, sunglasses, and a walking stick. His eyes are fixed on the ladies while he strokes his beard pervertedly.

Closer to me is a burly therianthrope wolfman looking at me with contempt, and finally, the punk Satyr who won’t stop talking to me.

Honestly, I don’t know why the wolfman is looking at me with such contempt. Naturally, a lot of races still hate vampires because of the atrocities they committed in the past. Therianthropes especially had it worst— vampires used to treat them like nothing more than pets.

While we’re still standing, another person joins the silver-haired woman. He’s a tall, black-haired Incubus dressed like an office worker, wearing eyeglasses. He’s slightly muscular, the kind of figure girls like. What gives him away as an Incubus is the curled, heart-shaped tail behind him.

He moves over to the girls’ group. At the same time, the silver-haired woman turns to our group and begins speaking.

"My name is Lasawani, a senior actress and evaluator in this studio. I’ll be the one evaluating all of you. To be frank, I’m only going to pick three males from this group, so do your best if you want to get chosen," Lasawani says in a stern voice. Everyone straightens up immediately.

"Form a line, please," she says, and we all queue up again.

Naturally, I’m at the very back since I came late. The Satyr is right in front of me. The one at the front is the wolfman, who follows Lasawani into a room first. Next is the elf guy with the really pink lips and feminine features.

"Yo, buddy. Do you think that bastard mutt is going to pass the evaluation? Lasawani is quite skilled, fufu," the Satyr asks me. I just furrow my eyebrows. To be honest, I’ve never heard of her or seen her videos, but from the way this guy is acting, she seems pretty popular.

Seeing me ignore him, the Satyr clicks his tongue and turns to look at the female centaur, who is last in her own queue. As if feeling his gaze, she glances back and clenches her teeth at him. I can see the pure hatred in her eyes. After all, this bastard embarrassed her earlier.

"He’s an idiot, stop paying him any attention," a cat woman in front of the centaur snaps.

"Fucking loser, picking on a woman who’s minding her own business."

I ignore the drama and focus on what’s ahead, patiently waiting for my turn.

After about five minutes, the wolfman walks out with Lasawani. His earlier confidence is completely gone, replaced by a disappointed look and a slightly bent posture, as if he’s exhausted.

What the hell happened in there?

Lasawani looks at the elf guy, her eyes squinting slightly.

"Are you sure you applied for the right role, ma’am—sir?" Lasawani asks, her face expressionless.

"My~ My~, I applied for the right role. I’m bisexual after all," the elf replies smoothly. Lasawani nods and motions for him to follow her.

The moment they’re gone, everyone starts murmuring.

"Why would they even let this kind of guy audition here?" the dark muscular man says, clenching his fists.

"I can’t imagine myself acting in an orgy with that guy. He’s so repulsive. He was staring at the wolf guy’s ass the whole time and even licked his lips," the ponytail human adds, disgust clear on his face.

"Hoho, you boys should calm down. With my wisdom, I can already tell that guy will never be accepted. He doesn’t belong here," the old man says while stroking his beard. Everyone immediately goes quiet.

Less than a minute after the elf guy leaves, he comes back out with an expressionless face. Lasawani follows behind him, looking disgusted.

"Next," Lasawani calls out loudly. The dark muscular man steps forward and follows her into the room.

After about seven minutes, he comes out too and joins the others on the long metal bench.

This continues for several more minutes until I’m the only one left in line and the Satyr finally goes in.

I check the time. It doesn’t even take five minutes before he comes back out, looking embarrassed. All his earlier bravado has completely vanished. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Now I’m starting to panic. This woman is making everyone look like a joke. The only person who lasted more than ten minutes was the old man with the walking stick.

Then Lasawani turns to me.

"You’re next."