In the dead of night where people were mostly asleep in their homes, tired from their work or school... Only people who are looking for momentary pleasure and night workers remain awake. And by night workers, I meant "serving people" in the night workers. People who offer themselves for a few bucks, just to have something to eat... And by some twist of fate, I became one of them.
It wasn't really because I had any other choice. In fact, I would grab other opportunities if I had one. However, I didn't have any of that, so I can't really be choosy now can I? I mean, with debt collectors after my ass (literally and figuratively), all I can do is work my butt off just to shake them off, right?
I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. A man with soft and delicate features. My
My nose is tall and delicate, its bridge straight and narrow, giving my profile a quiet elegance. My eyes… I've always thought them too soft, framed by long lashes that always frames me having a "gentle" expression or as what people say.
My lips are shaped just so, neither too full nor too thin, carrying a faint curve that sometimes confuses people—it may look soft but it's also very capable of sharp words. My chin is smooth and rounded, not harsh or squared like most men's, blending seamlessly with my jawline.
Skin almost porcelain in certain light, unscarred by the roughness life tends to leave behind. My eyebrows are neat and slightly arched, giving my expressions a subtle grace rather than a blunt boldness.
Everything about my features screams delicate and feminine... So, I can definitely say, I won't be famous with women here. It scares me how I can already see myself succumbing to a greasy old man with weird fetishes just to get a few bucks just to pay for my parents debt.
I shivered at the thought. No matter how many times I composed and convinced myself, it still gives me the creeps. "I just really hope that if something really DOES happen..." I trailed off, touching my bum, wincing as I imagine the inevitable future, "I hope it won't hurt."
I sighed again as I slumped down on a nearby chair. The brothel was about to open soon, and it's my first day here so I'm bound to be "advertise"... I can only imagine what kind of twisted old men would "claim" me.
"Ha... As long as they pay me for my 'services.'"