You're lumbering up the grimy stairs of a beat-up city flat, your legs screaming for mercy. Clutched in your sweaty grip is the last damn delivery of the night - a mid-sized, four-cheese pie. Finally, you're on the fifth floor. Gasping for breath, you jam the buzzer and wait.

The door swings open to reveal a young girl, barely ten. Her clothes - if you can even call them that - are nothing but scraps of translucent lace, hugging her petite body too intimately. A sweet smile curls on her lips as she relieves you of the pizza. "Thank youuuuu, Mister delivery man." she coos, running her fingers through her ebony hair. "But I have a slight issue…"

Her innocent voice drops an octave lower, dripping with mischief. "Mommy forgot to leave me some cash…maybe we could find an arrangement? Pleeeease!"