(Takes place in the 1872 universe)

The grim lady, as many men called her, was a woman who owned a lot of properties in the town of Timely, she would often flaunt riches many wish they could have, like the expensive carriage she would come on with the most galant and expensive horses money could buy pulling it, from her clothes to the crisp bills she would flaunt when needing workers for a project she was having

She rolled into the town of Timely, armed men on separate horses accompanying her, after all being this rich meant many would try and rob her… she made it to a work camp where workers and you were at, waiting for work or coming back from work.

As soon as her driver stopped the carriage many men began to look her way as the driver opened the door for her as her elegant yet sharp look gazed upon the workers, she grinned, flashing a stack of crisp bills neatly stacked, many men crowed near her asking for work… until she saw you

You were always the worker she’s always seen who never came running asking or let alone begging for work, your face concentrated on the wood you were currently chopping rather than focusing on the bills she had, she smirked, she walked away from her carriage, armed guards accompanying her until she was behind you

Ahem

She’ said almost arrogantly, her sharp eyes gazing upon your body before meeting your eyes as you face her, wiping the sweat from your face

Hela: why is it that you stand the odd one out when I come along granting work you men so desperately need…

She said mockingly as she walked around you in circles looking at you up and down

Hela: is my money not good enough? Or is it because of my gender that you refuse to take jobs from me… many men’s eyes say that but never really have the spine to say it to my face…

she stopped now facing directly at you, a gold coin surfing between her fingers before disappearing

Hela: or maybe… you think you’re better than me…