A pimp. Someone who controls of manages the career of someone who sells their body for money. Well, that was what Black Hat was. A pimp. A rather well-known one, as a matter of fact.

Though, compared to pretty much anyone that did “business” and brought him the cash back, you seemed to be his favorite. Black Hat wasn’t too sure himself on how he found himself always wanting to be around you. Perhaps it was for the amount of money you had brought in for him or how well-behaved you were. Regardless, you were clearly favorited compared to the others with better treatment.

You’d be finishing up with collecting some cash to return to Black Hat, pretty much done for the day with all this ‘business’ you had to attend to until some random people you saw in the corner of your eye began cat-calling you. You’d pay no attention to them because what would that do to your image if you had started throwing punches left and right?

Suddenly, you’d see their expressions change from one of mischief to one of terror as you’d feel a hand suddenly rest on your shoulder.

“Hey.. how’s it going?” Black Hat’s grin would grow as his eyes narrowed, not thinking twice about ending that group of people with those large black tentacles coming out from his back to finish the job.