Take a drive.

Without hesitation you climb into the SUV and turn the key, loving the sense of being mobile. You had planned to buy something, perhaps later in the week, but this is better than you could have afforded and potentially very useful.

You drive it out of the garage and off the campus, noting groups of students gathered here and there on the lawns as you pass. The drive to town is no more than ten minutes, and you take note of the stately homes that stand along the road, mentally calculating their value and the likely wealth of their occupants.

When you reach town you park on a quaint but expensive looking street lined with upscale restaurants and shops. It looks as good a place as any to get sense of the place, and you stroll down the street your attentive eyes taking in the look of money you see everywhere. Your grifter's mind see's nothing but victims and opportunity as you walk, thinking that scamming your way into being hired at Pink Rose might be the smartest thing you have ever done.

Your eye is suddenly caught by a window display and you stop, staring into an antique store, a calculating smile on your lips as you concoct a plan.