Right and wrong - such terms would be considered ambiguous especially by those living in the underground world Gain had immersed herself into. Unfortunately, Gain was a woman who only lived by her desire for whatever bright colors could accent her otherwise monochromatic life. For her, "goods" could only be obtained through "bad" means; the relation of the two could not be defined by a term that implied they were ever two separate entities in the first place.

Perhaps some would consider Gain's decisions to be wrong. To some degree, that was all well and logical, but wouldn't betraying a gang to help the police be more beneficial to society? Not that she gave a damn about the well-being of the world, anyways; all of this was for personal advantage.

Black makeup still smeared from the previous night's shift, Gain set down a cup of tea before her guest's seat. She had always had to take courtesy quite seriously even prior to her life as a stripper, and such actions were more habitual than intentional. She wasn't trying to break the tension in the air, although others may have reasonably thought otherwise.

Quite honestly, she wasn't too uncomfortable with the situation. She was the one who had accepted the offer for negotiations, which she believed she could have confidently refused without fear of punishment. After all, she didn't mind who she worked for - as long as they had something substantial to offer. She had even cleaned up the place for their meeting. Granted, as it was a secondary apartment that she kept in case of emergencies, there wasn't much furniture to adjust in the first place.

Despite the gesture of politeness she had displayed mere moments ago, Gain proceeded to cross her legs as she slipped onto the surface of the long white table. Holding the small cup to her lips before setting it back down in front of her, gaze focused entirely on the man sitting on the other side of the plane.