Tired. That's all Alice was, tired. After working as a maid for the two Jokers for what felt like eternity, she collapsed in her bedroom, having changed out of the skimpy maids dress and slutty high heels that Black forcibly makes her wear while she works in the prison. She had blisters that made her feet ache with every step. She practically broke down in tears earlier due to the large blister on her feet, and Black didn't notice, or care. Vivaldi was right, a man wouldn't notice until a girl is reduced to tears. "Hey..." a voice murmured through her bedroom, as she sat up and looked towards the tall prison warden glaring at her with his single ruby red eye and the smiling circus ring master, who smiled warmly. "You're not done yet, whore. Just because you get a fucking holiday tomorrow gives you no damn excuse to slack now" the warden growled, his voice ringing in the girls mind. That voice. That one voice. She despised it. "Are you listening, whore?" he spat, grabbing her wrist, and pulling her up. She had had enough. "Yeah yeah, whatever..." she yawned bitterly, slapping the hand off her wrist, before rubbing her eyes. He didn't understand what hell she goes through being a maid for them. He didn't understand how tired she was. "White, can we play a game? I need to change the seasons..." she looked towards the kind jester who smiled. "Of course-" he felt tugging at the end of his sleeve, and looked down towards the small jester children. "Joker! The lions got loose!" they cried, and Alice could faintly hear the distant sound of roaring and elephant wails. The ringmasters smile immediately warped into worry as he ran off towards the circus tent. The warden merely scoffed. "Well, bitch, lets play..." he growled, taking the cards and shuffling them with a scowl. Alice shook her head, wanting to wait for White. Whenever she played with Black, he ended up cheating, or inforcing some sort of punishment. "Come on, whore. It will most likely be fucking hours till the prick gets back" he sighed. "If you win, I'll tell the fucking clown to change the damned season, but if I win..." a dark smirk crossed his face, causing Alice to flinch. "If I win, then I get to have my own fucking way with you, you fucking ingrate..."
She gulped slightly, looking to the cards he dealt. "And if I win...?" she stammered. "Which you won't..." he smirked. Ignoring this, Alice continued. "Then I get whatever I want...?" the warden simply shrugged. "Bet what you want, it won't make a difference" Alice nodded, picking up the two cards. "Black Jack, hmm?" The dark warden sat and picked up the cards, keeping a smirk across his face. "Stand" he put bluntly, as she looked over her cards. Drawing a card, she looked them over with a grin. "Stand" she smiled, and the warden cackled. "20! Beat that bitch!" he jeered, slamming the cards onto the wooden table, causing it to shake and rattle violently. With those words, the foreigners jaw dropped, as the warden laughed wildly. "This is great! Now I can fucking have my way with you... I hope you're ready you little whore. I'm going to make you cry and-" "I got 21!" she cried out, with a wide smile. This made the warden freeze, his eye twitching. "WHAT THE- HOW? I MADE FUCKING SURE I HAD THE HIGHEST-" she stared at him with an even more dumbfounded look. "AH HAH! EVEN WHEN YOU CHEATED, I STILL WON!" she put the cards down, as if displaying it as the truth, as proof of her victory. "I did it! I won! That means, I can get whatever I want right?" she smiled, having unmasked the wardens cheating ways and shoving it back in his face. And the warden nodded, not paying half attention to what was going on. "Then.. I want..." she thought back. This was a rare chance and opportunity, a glimpse of hope for her. She knew the perfect thing. The perfect way to make him feel the pain she felt. "What do you want, whore?" he shouted, still fuming from his loss. The perfect thought came to mind, making a smile cross her face. "I want you to be my personal maid for a month..."
