The rain pounded down outside, obscuring anything except for the droplets clinging to the dingy windows. Dante sat at his desk, shirtless and with an open pizza box in front of him. He was staring up at the roof forlornly, despising the weather since he was sure no one would brave it to come ask for his services. It looked like he was going to have another business-less day and his debt was going to stay put and possibly grow from all the interest Lady piled on without reason, it really made him hate his life sometimes, but just like that, it seemed some higher power smiled down upon him as he heard the door open. The torrent of rain was only deafening for a second before it was swiftly muffled again by the closing of the beat up door. He looked up and his steely eyes met the cloaked figure of what looked like a woman, he couldn't see her face, and she looked to be slightly deformed, her arm bent at an odd angle under her coat. He let his roguish smile spread across his face as he propped his feet up on his desk, turning the charm all the way up. A woman was a woman. …show more content…
“Depends on who's asking,” he replied, crossing his strong arms behind his head. She reached up and adjusted her hood, effectively keeping her face in shadow, “You'll do any job, am I right?” “If it pays enough,” he sighed, letting his feet slide back down to the floor so he could lean forward slightly, his business face on. “Would this be enough?” she deftly slid a check across the desk, her skin pale and almost unnatural in the dim light. Dante looked down, his amused and cocky expression falling as he witnessed all the zeroes written down. “Babe, for this, any job you want, I'll do