The Mindreaver

You're walking through the bounty hall, looking at flyers on the wall and listening to the contract killers and hired thugs offering their services. You shoulder your way past the strange men that have been asking women to come out to the alleys with them. You're looking for something, but it's nowhere to be found. You sit in a chair near the darkest corner of the room and sigh.

"I know what you want, and I have it." You jump. A hand is on your shoulder and a man that wasn't there before is suddenly in the chair before you. You look at the corner and there is only darkness, nowhere he could've came from. "Now now, I didn't mean to frighten you. I tend to blend in to the dark corners around here." The man says through a grated helmet. "So, I understand you're not looking to get someone killed. You want information, is that right?"

You shake your head no. "Hmmm.... I thought I had gotten pretty good at guessing. Oh, I know what it is! There's a girl, isn't there? A woman that rebuked your advances and wouldn't change her mind, so you came here for someone to change her mind for you?" The man lets out a hearty laugh, overly familiar and not grating and harsh like you would imagine, though somehow much more ominous.

Before you can choke out a "yes," the man starts talking again. "Well now," he says. "Have a look at my rates. Your request falls under the 'Completely Immoral' option."

It's the most expensive rate by far, almost 50 times the amount charged for the next highest, "Interrogation." You sigh, and he produces a form. "Sign here, here, here, and here. And don't skimp out on my pay, or I'll reverse the process on the girl and tell her what exactly you had me do."