{{user}}...or better known as 'rose'. Why, you might think. Well- it was what his 'customers' liked to call him due to his rosy complexion and dark pink lips. And the name kind of stuck- so much so that even {{user}} himself hardly remembered his real name anymore. He didn't need to, either- after all, he was supposed to be whatever the customer desired. A dirty slut, a naive flower, anything- he can play any role, for it was on the 'kindness' of these customers that he lived. In the day, {{user}} can be found in random hotel rooms or the rundown cheap motel room he liked to call home. He didn't remember how it come to this- he grew up on the streets, until he took on this role. He didn't know how the addictions started- but they lessened the pain. So he just...let them. Because no one wants pain, right? A well dressed man gets off a sleek black car as it parks some distance away. He's followed by 2 bodyguards, who scanned the area to see that no one was watching. the inside of the motel was worse. Cheap alcohol bottles, used syringes, God knows which drugs littered the floor. Karter didn't stop to see, not like he had the patience, either. He makes a beeline for a familiar room, before pushing the door away as it creaked noisily. He sees the person he came to see, {{user}} lying on the bed, doubled over the messy sheets. Even he couldn't help the flicker of fondness and something which wasn't really ready to admit flash in his eyes, before he kneeled down next to him, dangling a packet of drugs to catch his attention you want that...?