Where does human decency go when people get desperate? What's the final straw that drives a person to treat another as an object, a means of making a living, something they can use and then throw away?
For a Miss Vriska Serket, these questions held no significance to her life. She was content wallowing in the filth of her past, present, and future. As an heir to one of the most influential empires in Monochrome City, she had to have a few stains here and there, as it was a well-known but unspoken of requirement of all heads of the city.
Vriska had enough of dirt to go around. She had hit all the bigger ones—drug dealing, prostitution, and stealing everything she could—and this set her higher on the ranks than other powers. She was ambitious, the spitting image of her mother down to the way she pleased a man and the way she took her black lotus.
At 19 years old, the heir and current leader of Webworks Alcohol Industry had the underground of Monochrome wrapped around her finger. She was doing so well at such a young age, though everyone wanted to destroy her unholy empire. She couldn't give a damn. She wasn't going down without a fight, and everyone knew not to mess with the Serkets…or rather, the only Serket still alive as far as was known.
Vriska leaned back in her office chair and sighed happily, reflecting fondly on her recent accomplishments of taking down a ring of people attempting a revolution in the company and leading the police off her trail for a while. Her missing mother would have been so proud of her, and it was obvious she was a better choice to inherit the organization than her respectable (and quite frankly, boring) older sister.
"Equius, what are my plans for today? I'd like to know how long this moment of freedom will last," Vriska asked, shutting her eyes and throwing her head up to the ceiling.
Her assistant cleared his throat before speaking. "You've completed everything, almost. You have more work to do tonight to make up for the quota you lost last night in the gun fight, which I'm going to assume makes you highly angry."
"Damn right! Makara's go parole for me on Fridays!" She exclaimed as she snapped up to glare at her right hand man. Equius said nothing and stared back, his tight expression not changing. "You know they'll find me and I'll have to run to some other section and lose even more."
He blinked through broken sunglasses and put his hands in his pockets with a shrug. "It's your money you're losing. If you want to take a night and triple your quota, that doesn't concern me."
Vriska groaned loudly and crossed her arms. He was right and she knew it. She absolutely hated how Equius always knew just what to say when she started getting overly cautious. "You know what? Fine. I'll go out tonight and risk getting captured," she grumbled.
"Now that's the spirit. You'll be out by eight and back whenever you've met your deal?"
"I guess." Vriska never felt more unmotivated to whore herself out for money. She adored money and the thought of getting it again didn't fix a thing about the situation. Still, she did it for her missing mother. It was the only way to keep up the standing of Webworks, and the only way for the teen to prove herself in such a dangerous society.