You think you can live the rest of your life on royalties as long as you don't drug binge too much or buy too many toys. You are considering starting a solo career. While hanging out in a hash bar in Quayland you rent the services of a Mollkin slave. Its love at first fuck! She is so good looking and she smells so good. Her pussy milks you like its a combo fuck/blow job. You buy her from the owner for seventy thousand dollars. You take her to America and marry the girl, making her legally a free citizen rather than property. First you leave the band, then you marry a mollkin. The public hates you. The media aims hatred on you like a bug under a magnifying glass. It burns you alright. Your band sues you and the seize your share of the royalties permanently. You have spent nearly everything you had on hand on buying your new wife. Now its hard times.