Once in a faraway land there lived a gregarious gentleman by the name of Jack. One day he was unexpectedly invited to a ball in a fancy castle in the middle of the kingdom. Jack could not bring himself to say no, so he gladly accepted the invitation. When he entered the hostess welcome him with much ease and introduced him to the many extravagant attendees. As Jack weaved through the crowd, and though the many guests were prosperous, it was inevitable to not notice that there was an evil presence lurking. There were but subtle signs of the presence, but jack could spot them immediately. Jack glanced away momentarily from the guests and to the walls, noticing the many luxurious frescos upon the walls. When Jack began to become hypnotized by the fresco he heard a shuffling noise up there stairs. The sound filled him sentiment. He shivered, and began to listen closely, and meander closer towards the voice. There were two voices. One of a female and one of a male. Jack shiftily became voyeuristic and spied on the scene. The enraged woman was extortionizing the king! Her voice was filled with a diatribe. Speaking ruthlessly about how she would rob the king of all his wealth. The king was one his knees pleading with her, “Please Madam! No! We were saving that money to enhance the shelters for the needy children!” She sneered at him. “It’s my credo to rob this prosperous palace, dear king and there is NOTHING you can do to stop me!” Jack displaying excellent readiness jumped from his corner and jumped into the scene, demanding that they should make a compromise. The women scowled at Jack, “COMPROMISE! HA! WHAT IS THERE TO COMPROMISE! My home facility has been long neglected. Now my poor village is suffering of lacking dexterity! These funds will prove to be a glorious asset.”
Now it was the king’s turn to scowl at the women, “You would really bring this adversity to my kingdom! You know the true intrinsic of the riches are to those poor children, yet you demand to raid my kingdom!” The women sighed she wasn’t trying to be a cliché villain, or even a villain at all. She was poor, and needed money. She had to create a bogus story to get sympathy from the king. “Alright king we can create a compromise, but I demand you create a statute to help me, and those kids. Jack smiled, “Now that is more like it dear lady.” The woman received payment, and was never poverty stricken again, the king reigned on for many years, and her dear gregarious gentleman jack, he lived on for many years, and some how became an international pop sensation, but alas that is for a different story.