You know the answer. She was your friend after all.

With a nervous bite on your lower lip, you hack your brains in search of a solution as your master continues to grasp Michelle's chin and hold her green eyes defiantly.

Come on! There's got to be a way. Michelle wasn't carrying any money, and she is a student, like you, which means her credit card probably has a low limit. So, discarding the obvious, you dig deeper into the memories you shared, those secret confidences exchanged between the two of you, only revealed because you were such a good friend. For a moment there is nothing and then...

"That's it!" You exclaim happily, surprising the other two.

"What, sweet tits?" Your master inquires with an evaluating look.

"Michelle uses her birthdate for everything. It was always fun to tease her about it. Cellphone pin, passwords, everything, which means..." Reaching for her purse, you continue your explanation. "We can access her banking app."

As Emily stands there, proud as can be, there is only one thing that matters. Not the life you left behind, not your friend's betrayed look. Only the satisfaction written on your master's handsome features.

'He deserves all the money I can give him.'