She sat at the bar, drinking somberly. She glanced down at the 25 cent ring on her finger. She took another drink.  I love you. I know I'm not famous yet, but one day, one day I'll sing you a song, and it'll make us rich.

She didn't take the ride. She didn't trust him. He told her to come to his office. He texted her an address. She swallowed. She probably going to be trafficked or something. Doing this was ridiculous. But for reason...she thought he wasn't dangerous. At least, not to her phyical well-being.

Ophelia looked up at the hotel ceiling. She had her first day tomorrow. She had training with Rena. She wondered if he would train her? Mr. Hades? Would he teach her something? Would he be there?

Ophelia stood sat at the bar. Rena was singing. It had been two weeks since she'd started working there. It'd been two weeks since she saw him. Two weeks since she'd spoken to Eric. She sipped the drink quietly. Rena asked for the shift, and she was already on her way, so she decided to just...hang.

Ophelia stepped on stage, a little shaken by the conversation she'd had with Mr. Hades. The soft light on the Mines glowed just a bit. He stayed. He sat in his spot, but he seemed more invested in his business talks than usual. She grabbed the mic, her dress brushing along the stage. Ophelia sat in the chair, breathing