In theory, this should've been easy. In theory, though, most things are supposed to be easy - and then turn out to be anything but.
Here's how the story starts - a week or so ago, Ven had mentioned, off-hand, to one of her friends that she was looking for a part-time job. Maybe less than a part-time job, actually, considering that she was still a busy student with plenty of lectures to attend - but she wouldn't mind doing a few odd jobs here and there for a little extra pocket money.
When she'd said that, she'd envisioned something a little more conventional. Mowing the lawn, perhaps, or babysitting; maybe, if she was particularly lucky, she could find someone who'd pay for art commissions. Not - not this.
Whatever this was.