Laura and Linda sat down in the office of Agatha Pierce, the owner of the Spiked Pit. Agatha was a woman of about twenty six years, dressed in an black victorian dress with the regal features to pull the look off.
Linda and Laura, meanwhile, had finally finished their age regressions, with Laura ending up at twenty five and Linda at twenty three. Laura's body had developed into a full amazonian build, tall, lean, and curvaceous, while her hair had become an explosion of teased spikes that stuck out in every direction. Linda, meanwhile, had finally stopped shrinking, now a truly diminutive 4'8". Her black hair streaked with red looked as if it was cut by a razor, falling down past her shoulder blades. Her newly youthful frame was more petite than Laura's, but sported womanly curves enough, with a bubble butt and perky B cup breasts.
"Alright, everything seems to be in order," Agatha said, "Now while this contract won't be binding until after your band fulfilled the trial period, but we can just write up the band signature now, with you two putting down your names and the rest of the bunch when they arrive."
"Sounds agreeable," Laura said, her voice now tinted with a slight english accent.
"Very well then," Agatha said, as she began to write down at the bottom. First We'll just write the band name, for good measure-"
"Death Pew," Both Laura and Linda said, drawing a smile to Agatha's lips.
"Alright, and your names."
Laura nodded. "Well, she's Li-"
"Oh no you don't!" Linda said. "I'll have none of that bullshit, thank you. I want my stage name!"
"It's a bloody contract, you can't just put any damn name you want," Laura said, in irritation.
"I'm a fucking performer, so I get to use my fucking performance name," Linda declared defiantly.
"Ugh, fine. Put her down as Adelinde Malady," Laura said.
"And she's Quill Nolan," Linda, or rather Adelinde, added.
"What, seriously? You are not having her put down that fucking nickname."
"Actually, I already wrote it down," Agatha remarked, clearly entertained by the two's bickering. She pushed the contract across the table and handed the pen to the two young women. "If you could sign now."
Adelinde took the pin first, sticking her tongue out at Quill and signing her name in a rapid scribble.
"Fuck you," Quill told her bandmate, as she snatched the pen from her and put down her own moniker in chicken scratch.
"Excellent. I'll make sure to rope in the others as they come in," Agatha said, taking back the contract and pen. "Welcome to the Spiked Pit, ladies."
