You didn’t lead a easy life anymore. Struggling to pay rent and stay off the streets, estranged from your sociopathic narcissist parents with more money than love, you did what you had to.

No longer surrounded by silks and wines, you offer services to lonely men desperate enough to throw their weekly paychecks at you. It wasn't your ideal choice, of course, but having angry parents with such an influence on the business world makes it a bit difficult to get a job.

You never get drunk on the job, but you might've had a bit too much last night. You met with a client, did your business, and then raided his wine cellar as he slept. You meant to leave of course, but here you are waking in his bed with a massive hangover, watching him clean your clothes off the floor. "Fun night?" He says, glancing at you when you shift. Not affectionate, not upset that you drank his expensive wine. Just an unsaid "was it worth it?"