She came long before Alex, before even Veronica. When even Dr. Theo was a child, Delico and Yang were quote unquote 'wetting their beds' - so to speak - and the Benriya were still a newbie gigolo and a rash Twilight, mere teenagers, there was another little girl besides the lovely Nina. She was younger as well; seven years old, feisty as hell, just as terrible. Sweet as syrup but as calculating as a cobra (two irrelevant comparisons that have absolutely nothing to do with each other, I know), she got into a whole lot of trouble; with the mafia, with the guild, with the top dogs (at this point in time, Loretta's father was still alive and kicking - quite hard, according to his subordinates), even with stray rapists and abusive men out on the street. This was one of those classic 'a good deed is never without consequence' stories; the little girl defended a crying prostitute from her horrible group of mafia men, and in turn was taken and beaten black and blue. They kept her without water and for food for seven days and seven nights - any normal human being, even a Twilight, would have cracked long before. Yet, she never even came close to the edge.
Frustrated, pissed, and out of ideas, the leader barked an order; that she be raped for a month straight. The men would have obliged, if only they didn't want to deal with a clawing, biting, screaming little brat who would never in a million years go down without a fight. Also, their manly pride kept them from fucking a little kid. Strike one!
(The little girl thanked every deity she knew for 'men and their pride'.)
Thus, a deal was struck; the men would go and hire the popular young gigolo and his quiet partner, a twilight. One was a professional. The other, it didn't matter if he was a virgin. As long as one knew what they'd have to do, it would have to do. Strike two!
"Hey, you." Worick turned with a casual grin on his face, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips.
"Yes, sir?" Nic hiked his katana higher onto his waist, draping his arm across it. He scratched at the fresh bandage on his cheek.
"Would you like a job?" Worick took a puff on his nicotine stick.
"Depends on how much it pays for, sir."
"How about," The man held out a small case full of wadded bills. "One thousand dollars?" Worick's eyes widened. The cigarette fell from his open mouth, extinguishing itself almost immediately on the dirty street. Nic almost tripped over his own feet.
"A-are you shitting us?" Worick forgot all about being polite. The man grinned.
"It appears that I have piqued your interest?"
"Y-yes, sir!" Worick blurted. "We'll take i-"
"Wha-at sort o-f jo-ob?" Nic interrupted, ever the rational. The man shut the case with a thud.
"What do you say, about a very pleasuring experience?" Worick's eyebrows rose. Nic shifted his stance.
"Pleasuring?"
"Have you ever wanted to fuck a cute virgin girl?" A big shit-eating grin stretched gradually across Worick's face.
"That, my good sir, is my area of expertise." He bowed. The man smiled, beckoning for them to follow as he walked away.
"Follow me, my good men."
Strike three!