a_sin_for_him | 001

[Nothing makes any sense whatsoever. Lust feels like she's in a radio drama only she doesn't have the script and everyone's speaking a different language. She understands, but understanding doesn't help her make sense of it any. How she got here or why. And the spherical blue abomination she's found herself with looks more like something that should be on a little girl's toy chest, not following her. It isn't as though he's difficult to take care of, or even an annoyance, she only questions the judgement of placing any living thing in her care.

She's thankful at least, for the fact that she's finally escaped her master's reach. Strange as this place is, she's no longer a tool for some miserable husk of a woman who should have been long dead. And she's thankful also for the information device, even without much context for the information it holds. And the fact that it can apparently be used as a communication device. Most comfortable with telephones, she initiates the voice function.]

Much as I hate to simply call out to the void, I'm afraid it's likely my most fruitful option.

Do I understand that I'm expected to work?

[She's never held down any sort of job in her life. How did one even get a job?]

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[She supposes she should have some sort of shame at how appealing that particular option sounds right now.]

Not an entirely unappealing suggestion.

More appealing than minimum wage, that's for sure. Besides, we can't all be workaholics. Might as well let the ones who are do the heavy lifting.

Logic I can't possibly argue with.

What can I say? I'm a brilliant guy.

And what's your name?

And also biased.

Lust.

Sister, you go around with a name like that and you're not gonna have any trouble getting some rich schmuck to throw money at you.

I never imagined I would.

[If she has to define her 'occupation', she supposes it would be 'professional mistress'. It was the only role she ever played for her master.]

What a shame I'm not a schmuck.

I don't need a 'schmuck'. Plenty of intelligent, well mannered men keep mistresses.

[Not that she's had any personal experience with those types, but they exist. She sees no shame in making use of her skills here and finding someone to provide for her. She may as well use them for her own benefit for once. And there's no sordidness if the arrangement is above the table.]

I know. I've worked for a couple of them.

[And while it's true it's infinitely more interesting to see the ones with the secret mistresses practically marinating in their own shame and denial, there's something refreshing about the forthright bastards who own their sin and don't give a damn what anyone thinks about it.]

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