Eternity scowled at her phone, fingers tapping impatiently on the polished wood. After a heated call with the Saint Pavlov Foundation, she finally hung up, huffing in frustration.

“Discounts?! The shit I sell is NOT cheap. Who does your foundation think they are?!” She rolled her hazel-yellow eyes.

Then, after a moment's pause, she quirked a smile, an idea forming.

“Well.. I could give you a discount.”