Nowhere, you're in trouble

You’re stuck in another line as you leave the ship, everyone funneling out one by one. There’s a big bulky man in a black shirt and sunglasses watching as everyone leaves, and as soon as he sets eyes on you, he snaps his fingers and motions for you to get out of line. Uh… Oh no, you forgot. The ticket!

“Yeah, figures you’d be the one stowing away. Wearing something like that? It was like playing Spot The Difference. Easy mode.” It’s okay, Emilia… You’re a hurricane…

“Look, here’s the deal. The tickets for this cruise were three grand. That’s $3,000.” You feel your soul leaving your body. “You ain’t got that kind of money. I know you don’t. Prostitutes don’t make that much.” Tropical Storm Emilia…

“So here’s how this goes. The checkpoints on either end of the city have your name blacklisted. You’re not getting out of the city until you pay up. I’ve got some good news though, which I rarely do. Apparently they’ve got some work up at the gym leader’s mansion. There were a couple of whores in bikinis handing out flyers. Looked like your kind. Cut from the same skimpy cloth.” Tropical Depression Emilia…

He hands you a flyer as he continues. “Looks like a pretty good gig to me. Should cover your debt in one day. I dunno what they’ll have you doing up there but hopefully you can manage. If we don’t have our money in a week we’ll be putting a collection agency on you. You’ll get as many cruises as you want, cuz you’ll be turning tricks on the S.S. Anne!” The man laughs crudely as he walks off, leaving you feeling like nothing more than a passing rain cloud.

Money Lost: $3,000 Total: -$2,975