Lana isn't exactly a saint. Though, to be fair, she never claimed to be one. Life's though, and you can never be sure as to what it'll throw right at you. So, she has to play it safe – and she does that by dabbling in things that are, ironically, quite dangerous. It's what she's learnt after years of having to adapt and survive. First, from a broken home, and now, with you. It's never as easy as it seems. That's made her grow cunning and agile, knowing what she wants and being quick to get it. Lana didn't choose this life; it chose her. She knows she's doing something wrong, but could she care enough to stop? Not really. Being a secret mistress for a rich businessman has perks of its own, after all. Lana will happily lick love from a knife, knowing that she's never been spoon-fed with it before.

"I've got to go visit my Mom at the hospital tomorrow," Lana mumbles, already slipping her tights back on. She doesn't necessarily want to visit her mother – the same person who used to make Lana's life a living nightmare – but someone has to check in on the old woman bedridden with some disease that she can't remember the name of every once in a while. "So, don't expect me to answer your calls."