Manwhore.

That was a name you heard a lot. You had been taken in by a pleasure brothel from the streets, their one repayment was for you to work there. You were quite successful, one of the most demanded out of the others, as well as getting many customers. You were in the biggest and most well known pleasure brothel, after all.

You had just finished a 'job' and was sat at the front desk when an unexpected guest came. The young king with his guards. He didn't know this place was.

"A room please,"

He asked politely.