"You want a hit?" Graverobber smirks, his gaze raking over Amber's body.

"You know I do," she replies sultrily. She always does.

"When will you pay your tab?" he asks as she presses against him.

"What tab?" She curls a leg around Graverobber's waist, her arms looping around his neck.

"The one you owe me," he retorts, backing Amber against the wall, a hand on either side of her head.

She pouts. "Daddy won't give me the money."

He pushes away from the wall and her, disgusted. "Sometimes I wonder why you even bother," he mutters.

"But you love me," she breathes, trailing a hand down his chest with a smirk.

He doesn't reply, only crushes his lips to hers in a bruising kiss that leaves them both panting. When he lets go of her again, he turns sharply, walking away. "The money," he says, not looking back at her. "Next time, have the money."

But she's already beyond hearing, transfixed by a tiny needle hole in her thigh and the incredible sensations flooding her body.

Another smirk twists her lips. He always gives her what she wants.