"Well aren't you a pretty one? Pretty enough that I'm sure we can find a place for you...maybe that place isn't on a billboard, but trust me, we'll find just the right place to fit you in...you're just where you need to be, trust me." You apply to work at a modeling agency, and your interviewer evaluates your body to determine exactly the best role for you in the company. It's probably possible to do an assessment of your body without holding a gun to your head and raping you against the window of a top floor office, but where would the fun be in that?