[ WP ] A rich heiress who has experienced all the gratuitous decadence and luxurious depravity the world has to offer decides to hire someone to be her personal moral compass .

`` Your.. conscience?'' 
 
 She leaned back on the plush velvet cushions littering her sofa and nodded. 
 
 `` But.. surely you ca n't be serious?'' 
 
 `` Listen punk, I'm sick of being a bitch, if you'll pardon my french. Doc says I was never raised properly so I need a guide. You're the most boring person I know.'' 
 
 `` Morality is not.. is not something you buy.'' 
 
 `` You're not morality. You're someone who knows about it. Get off your high horse, I'll pay you lots.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, I must refuse.'' 
 
 `` I thought you might.'' She sighed. `` How old's your daughter?'' 
 
 `` I.. I beg your pardon?'' 
 
 `` Your *daughter*, moron. She must be nearing 11 by now?'' 
 
 ``.. Her birthday was last week.'' 
 
 The lady laughed. It was a fearsome sight to behold. Her luscious mane of blond hair waved, her beautifully straight teeth sparkled, and her shapely breasts wobbled a bit, but the expression in her eyes stayed the same: resolute, hungry, dangerous. This was a woman who got what she wanted. 
 
 `` How lovely!'' She exclaimed in chiming tones. `` I've always wanted to pervert a child.'' 
 
 He gaped. `` You would n't!'' 
 
 `` Without a conscience, of course I would'', Her smile was honey and sugar and all things sweet. 
 
 He drew himself up. `` Very well. It seems I have no choice, my lady. Let us begin at once. From now on, you'll refrain from blackmailing people to get what you want.''
