<div class="floatright">(http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/6089/003blondeingray.jpg)</div><br/>"Alright, well, I'll start up."  After another peek at her phone, Michelle sits up to tell her story.  "My name's Michelle, and I grift people."  She pauses a moment for dramatic effect.  "Now, I know what you're thinking: anyone who's willing to say that they cheat people either isn't really that good a grifter or is so sociopathic that you can't trust her."  She shrugged.  "Well, if you're like me, you always wanted a family.  Not just one parent who could barely make ends meet, but brothers, sisters, people you could talk to and really relate to even when things just seemed a little weird and you knew that friends couldn't relate."<br/><br/>She took a sip of the drink that Misa gave her, her hand starting to tremble.  She'd never really done this before.  "When I grew up, life was whatever you could make of it.  Some people just didn't deserve things and others did.  Kid logic, sure, but maybe not so untrue.  I don't just go after people willy-nilly so that I can take everything they have and laugh at their misfortune."<br/><br/>Her fingers flicked in emphasis.  "There's an old saying that you can't con an honest person.  It's not entirely true, but it means that the greedy, the lecherous, the worst kind of people are the easiest to take advantage of.  I'm up to like...eight figures now in various banks from this simple rule: you offer them what they want, or even just what they think they want.  Everyone wants something."<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked around the room to various people, about to add more, but deciding against it.  "But, yeah, that's my big skill that I'll be using to help everyone.  It's not my only skill, but definitely my favorite."  When she stopped, she trembled a little, but gave a soft sigh of relief.  That actually felt rather cathartic.