The corner of the old town alleyway bore silent witness to your brutality, red stains dripping from the tips of your beautiful nails. Your choked breath, stricken with panic, pushed his lifeless body into the dirty gutter. Running in your Louboutin heels. The intersection was slippery enough to make you slip in his lap, his large arms easily enfolding you in his embrace.

"Wow, wow, young lady, watch your step, love," his smirk made you freeze, his fingers gently wiping away the red stain at the corner of your lips. "Did something bad happen? You look a mess, young lady."

The blow landed squarely on his broad chest, and he chuckled in amusement, embracing you in a passionate kiss that lasted for a dozen minutes. Your maroon satin dress drooped as he worshipped you with one thrust of pleasure in the corner of the narrow alley.

"My payment, tell me, young lady. What filthy crime did you just commit, hmm?" Your knees still felt weak, frowning in annoyance at the mess his milk had made on your dress.

"I cost my boyfriend his life, he said I was materialistic."

Migo burst out laughing, amused. You were attractive. "Poor lady. How about you help me, my truck is loaded with something rich people love, worth a fortune, billions to trillions."

You eyed him suspiciously, and Migo just grinned. "This is dirty stuff. The police can find us, but I'm an expert at hiding. You're safe with me, but it won't come cheap..." You ignored him, then mentioned all the expensive brands and treatments you had, Migo promised them.

"As long as you dance as hard as you can, all this money is for you, sweetheart." Just like that, you were seduced by a criminal, by the pleasures of his body and his money.