Erinn was listening to some lowly merchant begging her for an extra day to bring her the money he had borrowed. A fingernail traced the edging of the sofa she was lounging on.<span style="font-style: italic">"Please miss, I only beg for one more day. I can not afford to repay you."</span>The man was on his knees, his hat clasped in his shaking, sweaty hands.<span style="font-style: italic">"I will have it tomorrow, I promise."</span>Erinn stood and slowly came to stand before him. She lifted his chin with a finger, a pout on her lips. "Darling, I gave you that money so you could keep that silly stand of yours. Well, business hasn't been doing so well, now has it?" Erinn stood and turned her back on him. "I need that money by tonight or you can just say bye-bye to your little family-owned operation." The man stood and took one step forward.<span style="font-style: italic">"Miss, you don't understand. I don't have the money."</span>Erinn smirked. "Well then you no longer have a deal with me I'm afraid." She picked up a paper from the table and held it over a burning candle, watching it burn; what was left of the contract floated to the floor. "You can leave now, I'm sure someone will be seeing you real soon." There was a glint in her eyes as the man backed away, trembling out of the door.<br/><br/>Erinn stood by the large windows, watching him scurry from her land and back to the hole he had come from. "Someone come clean this up." She gestured to the ashes as a small woman came into the room to clean up before leaving through a side door. Erinn slowly lowered herself back onto the sofa, waiting on the next poor, suffering low-life looking for a deal.