Karyn had just left and Jon felt herself get to work, starting to sway her way past the high tables to the bar, she kept a flirty smile on her face and winked at a few patrons as she passed. In her head, she was horrified at what was happening. It wasn't necessarily that her movements were being controlled like she was a puppet, but rather she felt "right" doing as she currently was, and deviating would feel awkward and wrong.
Jon kept tending to tables and chatting up the customers, all while typically leaning in close to show off her cleavage, and swaying her hips as she walked away to entice them more. She kept wondering how she was going to get out of this situation and where Karyn had gone.
Unbeknownst to her, Karyn was actually just outside, watching the slutty waitress do her job, all while twiddling the pen in her hand...
