you sit at the tall tables at a bar, sipping a drink. your slutty outfit makes men’s eyes drift towards you, but only few know what you’re dressed for. you sit alone until theo approaches you. showtime.

hey.. precious, right? he says, looking at you with a hesitant look in his eyes. yep, that was you—your prostitute name, at least.

mhm, you nod, tilting your head as you look up at him.

..i heard you could.. lend me a hand with a few things, he says, looking like he’s trying his best to look at you but his body betrays him.