<em>Ingrid with everyone in the meeting</em>{Please tag your posts, guys. It's kind of tedious but it will come to be needed, I promise, you'll thank me later at least once.}<br/><br/>Ingrid's nose wrinkled up and she stuck her tongue out. "Can't we go for something where people are<em>willing</em>to do it? Everywhere around here, every corner filled with fucking Cubans selling drugs to school kids. Those kids grow to be adults if they live that long. Males and female all strung out and wanting a fix. Hey, I don't like it and can't stand the thought of it, but why not cash in before they kill themselves anyway? Most of them would spread their legs or asses for money to get their next fix. Yeah, we're enabling them, sure, but who knows, maybe the money will be a draw more than the drugs eventually."  She looked sick when human trafficking was brought up.  No way in hell would she be involved with that. She'd seen too much of that shit, too many people fucked up because someone stole them from their lives. Getting a bounty had sometimes meant pretending to be someone else; not everyone was goddamn Dog the Bounty Hunter with his big ass redneck mullet.<br/><br/>"There's also modeling. Could start a modeling agency and use it as a cover for something. Everyone thinks they're hot enough to wear Calvin Klein's name stamped on their forehead."  She snickered.<br/><br/>She sobered when Dan brought up running hookers. She nodded. "I am not for selling people, other than their twats and only if they're willing. Drugs I will not touch. I don't even want to be around them." As a former addict and someone who had reached rock bottom she didn't need that shit in her life. "I don't want stepping on people's toes. I don't want involved in all of that with the drug gangs and the little piss ants that think they had a hard life growing up in the hood just because no one would give them a slice of bread." She huffed indignantly. Body counts would rise pretty fast and she was pretty sure that the little poser bastards would all be trampled down fast, going up against a bunch of ex-military wasn't in their best interests. "Drug circles, the Cubans… We should steer clear of.  I vote we cash in on their leftovers."<br/><br/>"Hell, when I worked as a bondage photographer, people there were getting twenty-five dollars an hour and it was just a small company. I'm telling you, put it out there that people can be a model or an actress and the place will line up. When they get here… make them audition."  She chuckled. "On their knees."<br/><br/><br/>