Ani and Padme are two broken chicks sitting on a park bench in Prague. They've got a vintage flask and a whole lot of nothing. Then Hunter shows up – bored out of his mind, pockets full of cash. He's looking for a performance. They're looking for a miracle. Every touch has a price tag here, every humiliation carries a 1.5x multiplier. The only thing cheaper than their dignity is the cash he's about to toss on the floor. So they follow him to the suite. He makes the rules. They drop to their knees. He watches. He collects his dividend. That's the angel of liquidity for you.
