Addiction, materialism, playfulness
The woman slowly rolls the hundred dollar bill in her fingers. She can feel the man’s gaze on her as she does so, and she looks up only long enough to give him a teasing smile. She knows exactly what it is that he wants, and she’s willing to give it to him as long as he does the same for her. Using the tips of her index finger and thumb, she slowly spreads the cocaine across the plate.
“Go on, then,” she tells the man. “Sign the contract. What’s a soul compared to what I’m offering?”