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No one should have to manipulate people on the whim of a higher power, but then again, no one would want to, either. A beautiful and unfortunate young woman had lost everything. She had nothing - no job, no home, no family or friends to turn to, not even hope - but eventually found salvation in the world of organized crime. Though reluctant, the Consort felt she was a respected member of the Mafia. Unknown to her, she was just being used as the Mafia's residential Femme Fatale. Much to the Consort's chagrin, her role in the Mafia stuck with her, and she was too far into the whole ordeal to back out. As the sands of time flew forth, the Consort began to embrace her position, and, over time, executed her missions with confidence, tact, and prestige. In the end, she had it all: respect, power, and most importantly, the love and trust of the Godfather. All she had left to fear in the world was the pedestal upon which her own execution could commence, and the cold blade of a Serial Killer. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to Cyllage)

The thing that hurt the most was her face. Her smile, that fake, plastic smile. Anyone at the party that was paying attention could tell it wasn't genuine. With a body liked hers however, men rarely payed much attention to what was going on above the neckline. Appearances were important though, and the cost of failure, too high. Her mark for the night was engaging with some old school friends. The smell of cheap Bourbon, the loud laughs and telling of the same dull stories annoyed her. However, in her line of work, business and pleasure rarely mingled together. After she was introduced to each friend, (and my dear lord, this man knew almost everyone in town,) she flashed that smile to each and then resumed her role as arm candy, which suited her just fine. The target and his friends were keeping busy with one another and there was no way the Sheriff was going to make his stakeout tonight. Mission accomplished. She spotted her contact from across the room, looking at her questioningly. She looked at her target and gave the signal. Placing an arm on his shoulder, and a kiss on the cheek. She didn't see the handler leave but already knew the Sheriff would be dead in a couple of days. Men give away so much when they are happy and drunk, even their own lives. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to Furril)

The Consort silently slip out from under the sheet and onto the fuzzy carpet. She slipped her panties back on and turned to look back at the bed. The Vigilante was out of breath and staring up at the ceiling. The Consort dug her toes into the carpet in an attempt to restore feeling into her numb body. That man was quite the animal, she thought to herself. She eyed her bra but decided to leave it off as she needed to keep him entertained for the entire night. She kept her foot steps light as she moved to the window. She stared out into the dark night and began to look around. Then she spied the Mafioso standing in the shadows with his signature dark jacket. She smiled to him to let him know he was in the clear and blew him a kiss. He smiled back and caught it. She watched as he turned and left to complete his objective. She sighed. He was the only man she had ever loved. She'd do anything to protect him. Even trash like this. The Consort smiled again as she thought of their future. One day he will take the position of Godfather and she would be right there with him. But for now there was work to be down. She tossed her panties next to her bra and began crawling to the grinning Vigilante. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to InsaneSmile)

A twin sister separated at birth, the Consort is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Her greatest emotion is desire, which emboldens her to enter the criminal underground of the Town of Salem. As the Godfather's left hand, she uses her amazing beauty to enchant anyone she is told to; keeping them from doing their job. Her lust for adventure gives her confidence but she is wary to step foot near the house of the man with the knives. (credit to Ace2369)

The Consort is a poor woman with two kids and a dream. Left by her husband who married the Escort, she was forced to steal food and money. She once was caught by the Godfather, but dazzled by her beauty he asked her to join the family providing protection for the kids on one condition: work as a Consort and risk your life to stop the Investigator from finding the family of the Mafia. (credit to tiffanyclarke123)

The Consort stepped up to the front door of the Investigator's house and knocked. The Investigator answered at last looking disgruntled, until he noticed the Consort, at which point he smiled. He asked the Consort if she had anything to report, except his inaccuracy was calling the Consort an Escort. The Consort just giggled and let herself in, asking the Investigator who he was investigating tonight. The Investigator showed her the files he had pulled up and the Consort instantly recognized the person. The Investigator was looking at the Godfather. If she let him continue, he'd know. The Consort quickly sat on the desk with the files and snatched up a bottle of whiskey from the desk, offering it to the Investigator. As tempted as he was, the Investigator declined at first, until the Consort insisted they enjoy a drink. Finally, the Investigator gave in, knowing this tease wouldn't let him work until he did. They enjoyed a drink, and the Consort downed a couple more, encouraging the Investigator to be a sport. As the Investigator focused more on the tipsy Consort, his mind was less focused on the files on the desk. Before they knew it, morning was coming and only then, the Investigator realized he hadn't gotten any work done. He decided he'd just come back to it tomorrow night instead. As the town came to the courtyard and inspected the now-dead Sheriff, the Lookout asked if anybody had any leads. The Investigator responded saying he got distracted last night, leaving it at that. That night, the Consort went to the Godfather, revealing that the Investigator was onto him and she needed to distract him again tonight. The Godfather instantly agreed, and the Consort returned to the Investigator's house. The Investigator was happy to see her again, but insisted he really had to work again. The Consort had a load of tricks up her sleeve and very quickly persuaded the Investigator to let her in again. The same files were on the desk, he was investigating the Godfather again. The Consort sat on the desk again, but before she could offer a drink, the door to the Investigator's house was forced open. It was the Mafioso, and before the Investigator could react, the Mafioso already had two bullets in the Investigator's chest. The Consort got off the desk and sashayed over to the Mafioso, blowing the Investigator a kiss. "I'm the Consort silly, not the Escort." she giggles, and the Consort and Mafioso turned and left the Investigator to bleed to death, while they returned to the Godfather, arm in arm. The Godfather's identity was again protected...for now. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

The Consort is a beautiful woman who's graceful dances win the applause of nearly everyone in Salem. Yet they cannot impress her sister the escort. For years the Consort heavily envied the Escort's talent, beauty, and smile, She cannot stand being number 2. While the Escort invited her sister to join her, each night the Town Sheriff or Lookout's praise for the Escort, angered the Consort even more, so she harshly refused and said to have left the town for good. The Godfather overheard the Consort's jealousy and offered her a position in his organization where she could gain revenge on her dear sister. (Credit to Anna the Merchant)

The Godfather shook his head angrily at the Mafioso. "Why didn't you kill him? He is good at detecting people like us!" The Mafioso seemed terrified. "Don't get mad, but I saw this girl. She was pretty..." His mouth started to drool. "Please tell me you didn't go with the Escort?" The Godfather somehow made himself look madder. "Ok... I didn't go with the Escort." He smiled hopefully. "THIS ISN'T A JOKE! You are... Hold on... We need one for ourselves. Like a... Corrupted Escort." The Godfather smiled complacently. "How about her sister?" The Framer suggested. "Yes. She was never quite the same as her sister. Call her. She can be our... Consort." The Godfather agreed. "Sounds fine with me." The Disguiser agreed. That was that. (credit to Runtoastrun)