Go Back to the Hotel

Lydia spent the bus ride home sending the videos on her phone that she sometimes remembered happening. She figured it might as well make her money. The response she got was getting called a 'Black Slime Bitch’ as Contraka connected the dots. Telling her he could get her one of her own. It seemed like a good deal to her.

Shad was sitting at the table like he always was and watched Lydia walk in on wobbly legs to sit down and drop a fat purse on the table. "Profitable work?"

"Yeah, it only costs time. Add that to setting up some passive income, and I should be doing quite well for myself." Lydia examined her hair in the lobby mirror and knew she needed to shower again. "I'll be back down when I am ready for something else."

"Take your time. You have plenty." Shad nodded as Lydia left.