Behind the bar of a tavern, a boss talks to a thin person in ragged and patched clothes.
Boss: As an extra at Story Inc, your job is simple. When the protagonist walks in, just scowl and say, “We don’t serve your kind.”
Extra: Okay, I can do that.
A gorgeous protagonist walks into the tavern, wearing shiny armor and covered in weapons.
Protagonist: Ale please.
Extra: Uh… we don’t serve your… kind?
The protagonist stands triumphantly on the heap of rubble that used to be the tavern, dead bodies around them. The extra hides nearby, terrified.
The boss finds them and gestures to a powerful magic wielder.
Boss: Good work! Now point at that heroine and shout, “Witch! Burn her!”
P.S. Our bills are paid by our wonderful patrons. Could you chip in?