Trigger Warning: Dubcon
"Hellooo!"
The wooden bench you're sitting on flexes as someone settles in beside you, and you recognise the voice immediately. What you don’t recognise is the volume it was delivered at, which wasn't exactly a shout, but also wasn't a nervous stammer either.
Velvet is smiling brightly today.
It probably isn't much in the way of a coincidence for her to bump into you when this is the typical lunch hour, and Tukson's shop isn't far down from their own. She probably just saw you reading the newspaper when she came out to get some food.
You notice she’s dressed a little more revealing than usual. Not enough to be called out on it, but she has a little waistcoat over a ruffled shirt with an open bodice, a skirt that’s much shorter than you usually see on her, and knee-high socks. She looks good.
You fold your newspaper up and smile back at her, saying, "You're looking happy today. Good day?"
"Amazing day!" she gushes. "I've had so many customers telling me I've never looked so bright and cheery, and I've had a load of good reviews. Not to mention I sold one of the most expensive dresses that our boss was trying to get rid of for weeks. Coco looked like she was about to swallow flies – her mouth was open so wide!" Velvet bursts into laughter, slapping her hand on her leg. "You should have seen it!"
"It sounds like you're kicking butt," you say. Velvet pumps a fist and nods. "Is this because of our side-work, by any chance?"
Her face heats up a little but she doesn't buckle. "Maaaybe."
"Well it's a good thing if it is. You look like a million lien."
"I feel like it too. It's amazing." Her voice dips to a whisper. "I woke up this morning and I didn't feel any different than usual, but then I logged on to see if there were any new comments and there were a lot that came overnight. They were all so supportive!" Velvet smiles giddily. "They were telling me how beautiful I was, how sexy I was, and I just… I felt it, you know? I feel so sexy. I looked in the bathroom mirror and nothing was different, but I just felt so much sexier and more powerful. And the weird thing is that people have been saying I look different, too!"
It's the Pygmalion effect. You don't say it, but you know it. The psychology is about how a person's expectations can influence reality, not in the sense of changing reality, but more commonly in how your thoughts dictate how you act. A guy who sees themselves as ugly will be less confident talking to girls, and that'll translate to a lower chance of impressing them. On the other hand, someone who believes they're attractive will feel more confident, and even if that's completely false, they'll probably have a better day just because they act like nothing can go wrong.
In this case, Velvet is letting the comments of other people convince her she's beautiful, and that means she's holding her head higher, looking people in the eyes and smiling more – and those simple things work to make her come across more assertive, happier, brighter. And, in turn, all of those make her appear more attractive.
It's a cycle. A self-fulfilling prophecy.
Velvet finally thinks she's worth looking at, so she dresses up to look better, and people tell her she looks great, which feeds back into convincing her she's worth looking at, and so on and so on. Over and over until something gives.
"It sounds like interacting with your fans is really helping you come out of your shell." Before, she might have denied having a shell at all, but now she nods along. It must be like night and day to her, and she can finally realise it. "That's good to see, to be honest. You were amazing last night as well. That acting was well beyond anything Emerald can do."
"Ahah. I just thought I should put in 110%. I don't want everyone who believes in me to see me only putting the bare minimum effort in." Velvet laughs, and this time there is a little embarrassment. "Even if it led to a lot of people saying they'd love to breed me like a naughty rabbit."
You snort. "They have no filter."
"I know. It's the internet. But it’s still a compliment, isn't it? Before, I wouldn't have even believed guys could find me pretty, and now I know there are probably hundreds or thousands of them watching me and wishing it could be them with me. It's kind of shocking, and I should probably be creeped out by it, but it… it feels good. It feels really good."
"You are beautiful."
"Thank you. I didn't believe it before, but now…? Maybe I can believe it just a little."
Velvet is well and truly becoming hooked on the feedback, just like you thought she would. Someone as shy and uncertain as her would naturally cling onto any praise that comes her way, be that from you or strangers online. It's not even that worrying that she might become too influenced by them, since you're a real person who she interacts with. The compliments will always feel more real from you. Still, you're curious to see how far this can go. Velvet is knee deep in the water now, but it might be time to see if she'll wade in up to her waist.
"Have you thought about making yourself a social media account to really lean into it?"
"Huh?" Velvet blinks at you. "What do you mean?"
"An account online where you can share videos – like models sometimes do. I'm sure you've seen them. You can post pictures and even a few videos online and tease your videos ahead of time. Even give your fans another way to interact with you."
"I don’t know," she says. "I'd be worried about them tracing it back to my other accounts and getting my name, then my family finding out."
"Then start off slow. Hide your face." You mime holding out a scroll. "Take a shot that's your neck down. Tease some new outfits or do some saucy posts where you cover your nipples with your fingers." She's blushing, but you know she's interested. "I just think that if you're already feeling this good because of the comments on our videos, that it might be an even bigger rush to have people talking to you on those sites as well, and it might even get a few people to come across and buy your videos."
"I suppose it couldn’t hurt…" Velvet bites her bottom lip, no doubt imagining it. "And it does feel nice when I can talk to all those people. Oh, are we doing another video tonight?" There's an eagerness to her question that you know isn't rooted in lust for you. Velvet doesn't want to be forgotten by her fans. She wants to be on their minds.
You have a feeling she'd get panicky if you went too long without giving her the chance to star.
"Not tonight. We don't want to overload you and have people get bored of seeing you – but that's why a photo account online might be so useful. You can use it to tide people over while you're not in videos, and maybe even tease some videos ahead of time. Get them excited. Celebrities do it all the time, don't they? You can even post pictures of you just going about your day. People will love to see that Bun-Bun is a normal girl as well as one of the best up-and-coming porn stars."
"I… Okay." Velvet nods, smiling your way. "You've been right on pretty much everything you've said so far, so it'd be pretty stupid for me not to at least try. I need to get some lunch anyway. Maybe I'll post my first one about me having a coffee break."
"Sounds like a plan. I'll be out shopping with Emerald anyway." You nod to the sweets shop, and she can be seen in the window with a bag in hand and a childish smile on her face. "Giving her a treat for how hard she's been working lately."
"You're so good for her. It's sweet."
You're not good for Emerald, and you're not good for Velvet either, but you accept her praise and watch her go, making a note to check her page sometime in the future and have a look at how it's going. You won't be able to profit directly off any success he has there, but it should translate to some extra views or videos sold on your sites, and any free advertising is good.
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You head to the electronics store with Emerald in tow; she's eating out of a huge bag filled with a pick and mix assortment of sweets. There's a tub of sugared jelly sweets in the bag with her comic annual as well, and she looks well and truly over the moon.
If only everyone's loyalty could be bought so cheaply.
Someone who's loyalty might prove more expensive is Saphron, who you're here to see today, curious to find out how your little review bombing campaign has gone. The store isn't overly busy, being the kind of place that people only come to when they need something, but there are a couple of people here and there being attended to by various clerks.
You make a show of shaking your head at the ones who catch your vision, telling them silently that you don't need their help as you and Emerald make your way through the store to the back, where the big television screens are located. Not too far from them are cameras. They're of a much better variety than the one you purchased, but then their prices reflect that.
But the real reason you're here is because of the blonde hair you spotted over the top. Hiding in the corner, trying to avoid attention from potential customers and her manager alike, is a nervous wreck of a woman. Saphron has hunched shoulders, her elbows tucked into her sides, and she looks wracked with anxiety.
And you did this to her.
Well, maybe not just you. Saphron was struggling before you purchased the laptop from her, but you certainly had a hand in making it worse. She might have lost her job anyway, in time, but you saw fit to make that remaining time both shorter and filled with pressure. When her eyes meet yours, its with naked panic, which soon turns to recognition, and then, a vestigial flicker of hope. As if she sees you as her last chance.
Failing to realise you're anything but…
"H—Hi!" Saphron slides up to you nervously. "Y—You remember me? I'm—"
"Saphron. Hey." You smile and try to pretend you don't notice how her makeup is a little unevenly placed, or how tired she looks. A hostile work environment has obviously left her struggling to sleep, and she's taking less care with her appearance.
It's the same effect running on Velvet, except in reverse. Where you've manipulated Velvet so that she's being bombarded with unhealthy but positive attention, and she's taking more care with her appearance, you've done the opposite with Saphron. You've made it so that she fears work for all the things going wrong, and her overall self-esteem is fading fast, along with the care she puts into herself.
Her vulnerability is evident.
"How are things going?" you ask.
"G— Great. Things are going…" Saphron can't finish the lie. "T—Things are not going great," she admits, laughing under her breath. Her eyes flick left and right, searching for her manager, and it's clear she's been hiding away from him. That won't help her, but it must feel like the easiest option when all her hard work doesn’t mean anything. "Things aren't ideal."
"Oh no. What's wrong?"
Saphron probably wouldn't spill to a complete stranger, but she must feel like she doesn't have anyone to talk to, because she immediately dumps the whole trauma on you. "I keep getting bad reviews when I swear I've not done anything wrong. I've been trying my best, but I just can't upsell anything since I did for you, and no one wants to buy and the manager has been on my back, and I'm trying! I really am! A—And Terra keeps telling me it's okay, and she can manage the bills, but I know she can't on her own and—"
Her eyes tear up.
"Emerald, why don't you go eat outside," you say, and the girl vanishes, only too happy to be away from the waterworks. You can't say you're a fan either, but you pat Saphron's back as she sniffles into her arm. "I'm sorry things are going so badly for you. I wish there was something I could do."
You're about to mention your job offer again, but Saphron latches onto what you've said. "Y—You could buy something," she says, almost desperately. It has to be the worst sales technique you've ever seen, but the woman doesn't care. She begs you. "P—Please? You're here looking for something, right? I—If you buy and say I sold it to you, then that would mean the world to me."
"Finances aren't great at the moment."
They'll be better tonight, though.
Not good enough for the cameras you see behind Saphron, though. A meaningful upgrade on your one would cost 5,000 lien, and the others are even more expensive. The sad reality is that if you want to get any bonuses from a camera set, then it's going to need to be a professional camera. Everything else is just a hobby or family camera, and those aren't going to make enough of a difference.
"Please," she whispers. Begs. "Anything will do. H—How about a scroll for your friend? Didn't you say you needed one before? It's only 400 lien up front and 100 per week and only for 10 weeks!" Saphron rattles off a sales pitch she's probably been forced to memorise, but she does it with such desperation that she makes the scroll sound worthless.
It's not, but what value it has depends on a lot of factors. The text and calls contract costs of 3 lien per day would be swallowed up by your legacy earnings¸ reducing them permanently by 3 lien. The 100 a week might not be hard to match either, but it's still extra money, and at a time when you're not exactly flush with it.
That said, Saphron is desperate.
You could easily say no, and she'll probably lose her job soon with how much of a nervous wreck she is. Scooping her up after that shouldn't be very hard, and you might even be able to negotiate a more favourable deal than you did with Velvet because of how badly Saphron needs paying work.
On the other hand, you're not going to get any tonight with Emerald sleeping with another man, and you’re curious how far Saphron would go to get this sale. You could slip into the public restrooms here and have a little fun with her. It'd probably keep her in work a little longer, and might necessitate another negative review, but she would come out from the experience having already sold her body for lien once.
How hard would it be after that to push her just a little further?
You're sure you can convince her in time either way, and it all comes down to how easy it'll be. Making her work for her sale here will make it easier to push her toward sex work in the future, but she'll take longer to need a job, and she might regain a little of her confidence and demand a higher wage.
Maybe it would be easier to let her crash all the way, down into the dirt, down into despair, and then put the pieces back together in a manner that suits you. She'd be desperate enough to agree to almost any contract, and you could push her whichever way you wanted.
>MAKE HER "WORK" FOR IT: (400 lien + 100 per week for 10 weeks + 3 per day) Agree to buy the scroll, but only if Saphron does a little to "sweeten the deal".
>LET HER FAIL: Tell Saphron that you unfortunately cannot afford it, but remind her that you DO have a job offer available for her.
"I'm sorry. I really can’t afford that right now."
You watch Saphron's whole world come crumbling down around her at the words. The grown woman doesn't cry, but only because she looks emotionally spent. The last of her hope for this job to work out is in the gutter, and you're sure that will affect her performance so badly that her manager will have no choice but to fire her.
"But you know," you say, taking out a piece of paper and writing some numbers on it. "Maybe this job just isn't for you. Here." You push it into her hand. "I said before that I might have work available, and that still holds true. Call me if you need work and I'll set up an interview."
There's no response from her other than a defeated drop of her shoulders. This time, she doesn't even bother looking to see if her manager is watching. It won't matter anyway, come the end of the day, when he looks at her performance and sees she's accomplished nothing. It’s only a matter of time until she’s fired, and the self-doubt from that will be crushing. You expect she’ll struggle to find work elsewhere because of how damaged her confidence will be. Certainly, nowhere involving customer service or retail is going to hire her if she looks like she might faint.
You feel bad for her, you really do, but you can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs.
Emerald is waiting for you outside and looks up as you come out. "Did it go well?"
You place a hand on her shoulder and smile, leaving the broken pieces of a woman's self-esteem behind you. You took that, built it up, and then brought it crashing down. Saphron probably feels worse for having tasted success when she sold you the laptop. The higher the fall, the worse the landing.
"It went perfectly…"
You leave Emerald up in the hotel room to wait for tonight's visitor, and head down to the hotel lobby. You're early, not wanting to make a bad impression and lose a crisp 1,000 lien for no good reason. It actually turns out he's early too, but you didn't realise it because you were expecting a rich snob or a vastly overweight man who has to pay women for sex. Instead, when your scroll beeps at the right time, one of the men who had been drinking at the hotel's bar stands up and walks to the desk. He passes you, and your eyes meet for a second.
There's a near silent communication, and then his lips quirk into a sarcastic smile. "Joker, is it?"
"That's me," you reply. "Are you the one…?"
"I'd better be, if I'm walking around with 1,000 lien in hard cash. And a medical certificate saying I'm STD free. Call me Roman. Roman Torchwick."
He's… good looking.
You didn't expect that. It’s hard to say if he'd class as handsome or pretty, but he has a good face and figure either way, and you're sure he could quite easily pick someone up at a bar, or just hire a working girl, and probably for a lot less than he's paying for Emerald. You accept his medical certificate and look it over. He's clean. As promised.
"To check," you say, "You're okay with us filming and publishing this."
The man holds an expensive cigar to his lips and takes a puff. He's dressed well. Not snobbishly, but expensively. This is someone who has money, but not, you believe, someone born into it. This is someone who made his fortune.
"Doesn't bother me," he says. "I'm not a shy man. You can keep the profits too. That kind of money really isn't very interesting to me. Neither is this to be honest," he says, handing over 1,000 lien. It's more about the experience. Being able to look at a popular bitch online and know I've been there."
"That's…" You don't know what to say. "I guess it's a hobby."
"Less of a hobby and more of a collector's mindset," says Roman. "It gives me something to do now I have more free time." He flicks some cigar away and bounces a metal cane on the ground, making it ricochet up for him to catch and tuck under his arm. "Anyway, shall we get this on the road? I'm not a patient man, though you might have thought otherwise given I let this offer stay open a full week."
"I… Yes. Sure. Are there any questions you have?"
"Only one – and it's less a question and more of a demand. I'm in charge. Don't get it in your head to tell me what to do when I'm paying for this. Also, I'm cumming inside her. None of this condom shit. I paid to cream her, and that's what I'll be doing."
You whisper a silent apology to Emerald. "That's fine. She knows what she's in for."
...
Roman is not gentle.
It's clear from the moment he laid eyes on Emerald that he didn't see her as someone worthy of respect, or even as a person in the barest sense of the word. He looked at her, puffed away, and removed his white coat, not even showing the slightest excitement or anticipation for what's to come.
You take the camera and hold it up as Roman removes his shirt, revealing a flat stomach and toned chest. His hand reaches out for Emerald's hair, but instead of stroking it, he takes a fistful and yanks her in, making her crash into his stomach.
"Get to work, bitch," he says, still smoking his cigar. "I haven't got all night."
Emerald glances to you, but you nod back, and she gingerly begins unbuckling his pants, tugging them down. A slim and curved penis springs forth, and before she can really get to grips with it or decide what to do, Roman pulls her head down and shoves it into her surprised mouth. She gags on it, gasping around him as he pushes in deep without giving her a chance to catch her breath.
"—ack! Kakk!" Emerald chokes, spittle and hacking noises coming from her clogged throat.
"Ahhh." Roman simply leans his head back and sighs. "That's more like it. A mouth like yours should be put to proper use. Come on." He yanks on her hair. "Get to work. Or do you intend to just choke on it? Don't think I'll stop just because you pass out."
He needn't have said that because his actions proved it well enough. Roman took Emerald's head between both hands and slammed her down against him, pulling her in so tight that her nose bunched up in his pubic hair. Even then, he thrust his hips back and forth, causing her forehead to slap against his stomach.
"Hn. Mm. Ngh," he moaned, eyes closed tight in pleasure.
"-ckkk! Slrkk! Rckkk!" Emerald choked, eyes closed wide in pain. "-ckkksplkrr—"
Roman pushes her off him violently, sending Emerald sprawling back on the bed. She lands with one hand on the mattress and one against her chest, steadying herself as she coughs and gasps for oxygen. Before she can even get it, a hand grasps her left ankle and yanks it back, spilling her onto her front on the bed. Roman pulls her back toward him, stepping out of his pants and mounting her from behind, pinning her down to the bed.
You move the camera around to get a better angle even as Emerald fights to regain some control of the situation. It's a lost cause. Roman catches her hand as it flies for him and pins it down against the small of her back. He does the same with her other, wrenching it back along with the first and then using a single, large hand to pin both her wrists to her back.
"Wait, wait, wait—" she cries. Roman does not wait and slams into her, offering Emerald no chance to get ready or even be the slightest bit wet. "Ahhhh—mphhh!"
"Too loud," complaints Roman, thrusting into her even as he uses his free hand to push down on the back of her head, muffling Emerald's cry into the bedsheets. "Girls like you should be seen and used. Not heard."
Roman's comments draw a frown from you, but there's nothing you can do about this now. You accepted his offer, and you took his money, and Emerald comes as part of that deal. You zoom in instead, letting the camera capture her face, pressed down into the mattress, struggling to jerk left or right so she can breathe.
He does give her that. Roman pulls her back by her hair, already fucking her wildly from behind, and lets her take in a ragged gasp.
And then he slams her face back down before she can speak and holds her there.
It repeats for several minutes, with Roman seeming to take as much pleasure in his ruthless mistreatment of Emerald as he does in her body. For some, it's the power. The freedom to do whatever you want without consequence, and to know the other person can't say no.
The worst part is that you can't pretend this is something that will never happen again. As rough as this is, you have thought about pimping Emerald out to people before, and that might very well be the direction you're going to take her in soon enough. Her customers won't necessarily be any kinder than Roman is here, and there'll be more profit for more customers.
If you have your way, Emerald would be taking 10 or more men at once, and you'd be collecting payment from each of them.
That’s why you stay silent as Roman pounds her into the bed. That's why you take the perfect angle and zoom the camera in, watching his slim dick smash in and out of her pussy. That's why you don't intervene as he yanks her head back, spits on her face, then throws her back down again and fucks her so hard the bed ominously creaks.
"Mpppphhh! Mnghhhh! Mmbllll!" Emerald's cries are muffled into the sheets.
Roman pulls her head up once more and lets her catch a bigger breath than normal, then plunges her down again, but this time, he lays over the top of her, pinning her flat and placing both his hands and chest, atop her head. He lays over her, the only part of him moving his hips and ass, which pump up and down rapidly.
"Here it comes," he growls into her ear, still holding her face down. "Now be a good bitch and take it!" He jerks forward and holds, then shudders. "Ah! Ahhh! Arghhh! Fuck, yes!"
"Mmmmmmphhh!"
Emerald flails on the bed, her now free hands slapping about and her feet kicking up between Roman's legs. You navigate around to the back, leaning down to look up between both their legs where the man's cock is pulsing. White dribbles out from Emerald's abused pussy and runs down onto the sheets.
Slowly, Emerald stops thrashing and holds still.
Moments later, Roman rolls off her.
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He doesn't lie there, doesn't offer her any praise or even regard you with a look. Instead, he opens up the cigar case he places on the side, picks one out, lights it, and sticks it in his mouth, linking both hands behind his head. "Ahhh. That's better."
Emerald, the homeless girl you sort of adopted, curls up on her side.
This is going to be a short video… but you're not sure what you expected. Roman obviously doesn't care about making a good one or if people are watching. He's only here for himself. You should count yourself lucky you got a video of this at all.
Minutes later, Roman finishes his cigar and stands, dresses himself, and then walks past you, slapping a hand on your shoulder as he goes. "It was fun," he says, and then opens the door. "I'll be in touch. Make sure to get some girls, eh? Not much to work with on this one."
The door closes, and Emerald stays on the bed.
"You did good," you tell her, not sure if she'll hate that or not. You can't very well tell her this will never happen again, and she might respect you less for making a promise both of you know you can't keep. "Get a shower. You'll feel better after."
Emerald makes her way to the shower as you upload your video.
VIDEO RESULTS:
Roman x Emerald: "A Rough Night"
Roman – 3 Star
Emerald – 2 Star
Base Roll: 190
Modifiers:
Novelty (+10%)
Rough – The sex was rough, even violent at times (+10%)
Humiliation – Roman thoroughly humiliated Emerald by treating her like an object. (+10%)
Maledom – This is an unpopular kink at the moment (-10%)
Reputation (-45%)
Final Roll: 143
Comments:
The man, the myth, the absolute madlad. He has claimed another.
Rough as always. It's always like a job to him. Doesn't even seem to enjoy it.
Hm. I like myself a bit of choking at times, and you can tell she wasn't acting it.
Should have shoved it up her ass as well!
Shame we didn’t get to hear her really squealing like a piggie.
Videos sold: 40 lien
Daily Legacy Earnings: 10 lien
Total Earnings: 183 lien
BONUS: 1,000 lien
You have 3,395 lien and you earn 10 from legacy, making you 3,405 lien.
It's not your best video, but then including the bonus of 1,000 lien paid by Roman for the privilege, you can't really complain. You've pretty much made as much money off this video as you did of all of them last week.
Your scroll rings while Emerald is still in the shower. You answer, expecting Roman, but are instead surprised by the sounds of someone crying. "Hello?" you ask. "Who is this…?"
"Is… Is that… It's Saphron…"
Ah.
That didn't take long at all.
"Saphron. Hi. It's Joker here."
The gentle reminder of your name is because she's probably forgotten it all the way from the first time. You have a good idea why she's calling, of course, but you don't want to offer her a job.
You want her to beg for it.
"What can I do for you, Saphron?"
"…"
There's silence down the line. Or, well, not silence because you can hear her sniffling and rubbing her nose, and what is probably her scrunching her sleeves into her eyes. You wait it all out, hearing the sound of the shower running. It's hard to feel bad or sympathetic after what you've just witnessed.
And then, eventually, Saphron finds her words.
"Y… You said you… snf. You said you might have work…? I… I lost my job. I…" Her voice cracks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this! You'll never hire me—"
"You're calling about the job?" you interrupt. "Yes, it's still available. I'd need to have a proper interview with you, however. Would you be willing to meet with me for that?" You can't hold an interview in your hotel bedroom, but the hotel has a small conference room you can rent for 50 lien per hour. It'd only take one to deal with her.
"I… I can do that. Snf. W—When should I…?"
"I can't really commit to a time tonight, Saphron. It's late and I don’t know my itinerary for tomorrow. But I'll tell you what, you gather the things you need – a CV, resume, or what-have-you. I won't ask for a reference from your past employer since we both know how that would go." There's an uncomfortable sound on the other end of the line. "And I'll call you to arrange an interview as soon as I have time. How does that sound?"
Saphron sniffs some more. "T…That sounds… That sounds good… t—thank you, Joker. I… I…" You hear her voice become quieter as she pulls her mouth away, but not far enough away, and says, "Keep it together, Saph. Don't cry. You're better than that." Her voice returns to a normal volume as she comes back. "I'll be available whenever you need me, Jo— um. Sir?"
"Joker is fine. And I'll call you soon, Saphron. Don't you worry. Try and have a good night, and don't let what happened get to you. Some people just aren't suited for certain jobs." You make sure to sound comforting, even as you destroy what self-esteem she has. "All you need is to find a job that fits your skillset. And I think I have just the right one."
"T—Thank you. Thank you, I— I should go. B—Before I make even more of a fool of myself. Goodnight – and thank you again! Thank you!"
Saphron hands up, her gratitude pouring down the line.
Gratitude for you having destroyed her career.
Or, well, you've robbed her of a single job. It's hardly a career. But you are planning on destroying her career, anyway, aren’t you? Because, at the end of the day, she's most useful to you when she doesn't have any options.
You'd best organise the conference room. It should be free to rent whenever, but you'll need to set aside either a morning or an afternoon to hold the interview, and you'd best do it sometime this week or she might find a job elsewhere.
What exactly you'll do at the interview, you'll decide at the time, but you think it's about time you tested just how desperate Saphron is, and just how far she'll go to prove she can be a valuable employee…
Author's Note:
Original Quest: https://fiction.live/stories/Running-the-Red-Light/z3DQkYE5X8YBXovZ8/home
Visual Novel: https://andoravn.itch.io/running-the-red-light