At Mawol’s Ghoul Gear Shop underneath the packed residential district, Angelina walked by the talkative guard robot and was about to enter the workshop when she heard it speaking flirtatiously. “How nice of you to greet us with your fabulous presence, Ms Julie. You’re looking quite ravishing today. What do you say to you and me getting some canned oil to drink later this afternoon?”

“Shut up, bot. I see that you’ve been downloading some pervy words in your spare time. Let me through.”

“Anything for this pretty lady.” The guard robot who boasted the moniker, Low-dog opened the garage door for Angelina to enter.

“Fhm, at least you have more manners than the last time we met but dial the flirting down, would you. It’s too obnoxious.”

“Certainly, Ms Julie.”

Angelina stepped inside and saw Mawol in his workshop tinkering with some Ghoul components. “Yow, Big boy. How have you been this past couple of days?”

“A.J?” Mawol put whatever he was doing on hold then went down to meet Angelina. “I’m overjoyed to see you. Tell me, what cool stuff did you bring for me today?”

“You know I got you covered, Mawol. Here, these are all yours.” Angelina tossed Mawol some multi-coloured Ghoul Storage Crystals along with her resplendent Motors Cube. “I also want you to fix up my Motors Cube for me. And while you are at it, see if you can install some aerial thrusters. I’m getting tired of crawling on the ground like a centipede.”

“Wow, that’s some bold order you have there, A.J. Merging an aeronautical component with your already out of date Ghoul Gem won’t be easy, especially with my limited equipment.”

“Is that so? Tell me then what do you need to complete it?” Angelina rested her sweaty bottom against a counter.

“What I would like to have is a versatile transformable Ghoul Gemstone. With that, I could easily replace your old fashioned Motor’s Cube and add the necessary upgrades.”

“No, I don’t want to remove my father’s Ghoul Gem. I know that it is old and busted but it is the only thing I have to remember him by. I want to keep Selain safe until I can get him back.”

Mawol noticed the saddened expression on Angelina’s face as she spoke. “I don’t want to sound pessimistic are anything but, how can you be so sure that he is even still alive?”

“He’s still alive! I refuse to believe otherwise.” Angelina’s face became dark. “Now can you complete the upgrade or not? I can’t afford a versatile transformable Ghoul Gem. However, all of the Ghoul Souls that I’ve gathered so far is at your disposal. You can make something work with those can’t you?”

“I’ll see what I can do. This will take some time though. In the meantime, you can borrow one of my custom-made Motors Cube.” Mawol gave Angelina a red Motors Cube which he took out of his drawer.

“Okay, thanks. Go get back to work now. I’ll come check you tomorrow.” Saying her goodbyes, Angelina strolled out of Mawol’s Ghoul Gear Shop. Low-dog spoke to her on her way out.

“Coming out so soon, Ms Julie? You must not have had a good chat with the owner. Would you like for me to offer you some comfort?”

“No thanks, junk-face. I don’t need some rust bucket to comfort me.” Coming out in the driveway, Angelina tossed out the red Motors Cube which she received from Mawol. The tiny crimson cube transformed into a large stylish car with bulky muscle mass, like literally. There was a swollen arm at the anterior of the lateral parts of the captivating vehicle which screamed—menacing.

“Wow, every time I lay eyes on this mobile contraption it gives me the creepers.” Angelina got around the driver’s seat and familiarized herself with the vehicle’s interior. “It’s been a while since I’ve driven a 6 wheeled mamba.” She started the engine. “Wow! This version 4 Brainiac engine really has some kick to it. The tremulous vibrations are stimulating my lady parts. No wonder most women are scared of hanging out with Mawol in this thing. They would involuntarily piss themselves which would be so embarrassing.”

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Vrm! Vrrrmmm!

Angelina manipulated the muscular vehicle outside of the driveway. Whenever she pressed down on the gas pedal, one of the bulky arms would clench down tightly onto a lever upfront. “I should go prepare for my steamy night with Mr Billionaire Playboy.”

Angelina punched down on the gas pedal which increased her driving speed to an imperceptible velocity. She took a quick stop at an illegal underground drug store; purchased a concupiscent bottle of fine wine. Afterwards, she went home, freshen up and waited for the night to canvas the sky before getting dressed into provocative clothing.

Angelina was touching up her face with concealing make-up in her room. She applied extra skin-powder over the scar on her forehead. While tying up her hair into a bun so she could properly install a dashing ear-trinket, she heard the front door downstairs opened.

“Maria must be back from work.” She glanced over at her counter, checking the clock. “8:31” Finished putting on her fabulous ear-trinket, Angelina gave herself a final overview in the elongated mirror.

“You go girl.” Angelina struck a sexually inviting pose at the mirror which could have made any flaccid pecker stood erected. She was donned in a glimmering red dress with fishnet patterns at the long side-slit which exposed the succulent charms of her satin thighs. A dark leather belt was situated around her curvy waist to accentuate her voluptuous figure. Underneath her buxom breasts were decorated straps used to enhance the allurement of her cleavage. The seductress in the mirror resembled a beguiling goddess who could charm the pants off many horny men.

“Time for me to head out.” Angelina picked up here purse and exited her room. Coming down the stairs, she bumped into her step-mom. “Maria, I’m going to go out for a bit. Don’t wait up for me, kay?”

“A.J where are you going dress like that?” Maria couldn’t stomach the provocative apparel that her deceased husband’s daughter was wearing. Her first impression of Angelina was that she looked like some expensive harlot. Of course, she didn’t say this out loud. Instead, she inspected Angelina from head to toe saying: “Do you have a date? Is it that pretty boy that you brought to your birthday party the other night?”

“No, Maria. That guy and I are complete opposites. I’m going to meet with a work colleague.”

“Work colleague?” Maria raised her brow suspiciously. “Since when did you start working without my knowledge?”

Angelina paused at the end of the stairs and for once in her deceptive life decided to speak the truth. “I’ve been earning my own keep for a good while now. The thing is, Maria… I’m actually a…”

“Oh god no. Please don’t say what I think that you’re about to say.” Maria started feeling uneasy when she heard Angelina confessing. “All those late nights you’ve been out, coming back in hours of the morning. Sometimes with bruises all over your body and the strong smell of alcohol.”

“Oh, so you’ve guessed it.” Angelina thought that Maria was leading up to the same page as her.

Maria went back down the stairs and placed her arms on Angelina's shoulders. Her eyes were overflowing with sorrowful expression. “I can’t stomach the thought of what you’ve actually been doing. How can I ever look your nana in her eyes again?”

“You don’t have to worry about grandma. I’ve already told her what I do ages ago.”

“What? You did?” Maria’s face was ashen and laden with grief. “How could she keep such an important secret from me? I could understand you not informing me that you were a courtesan but her. I thought she was better than that.”

“Wait a minute, what? Who’s a courtesan?” Angelina’s heart jolted when she heard what Maria was saying about her.

“Huh? Did I misunderstood?” Maria’s repetitious blinking blatantly conveyed her confusion. “Weren’t you just about to tell me that you sell your body for a living?”

“Oh gosh no! Is that what you thought?” Angelina quickly denied such ludicrous allegations. “I’m not a call girl, Maria. I was just about to tell you that I’m a Tomb Rider. A Tomb—Rider!”

“T-Tomb Rider??? That’s even worse than selling your body off to some perverted rich fellow!” Maria’s voice became resoundingly strict. “Why would you choose such a dangerous profession after what happened to your father? Are you wishing for an early burial?”

“It’s exactly because of what happened to my father why I chose to become a professional Tomb Rider. I’m doing all of this so that I can rescue him and bring him back.”

“But he’s gone A.J! He’s never coming back! You need to accept that fact. I don’t want to see you following into his footsteps. What if we lose you too?”

“He’s not gone!” Angelina got so upset, she pushed away out of Maria’s embrace and stormed through the front door. “I will definitely bring him back and prove you all wrong!”

“A.J! Get back here, young lady! We’re not finished having this conversation!” Maria tried calling back Angelina but the moment she reopened the front door, she saw her driving off into a muscular vehicle. Maria dropped to her knees and started shedding tears.

“Honey… your daughter cares about you so much to the point where she is willing to sacrifice everything for you. You raised a strong-willed girl but I’m afraid that it is going to get her killed by chasing after your ghost. I missed you too. I wished that you were still alive but… that girl just won’t give up hope until she sees your corpse with her own two eyes.”