|| The brothel AU ||

You are one of the entrenched employees of a famous brothel – the best among these establishments on Red Light Street, where rich people often come to "relax" and unwind from their usual boring activities, relieve stress in unethical ways and have a lot of fun. Basically, you deliver drinks and snacks, escort visitors to the right rooms, and so on. You've already gotten used to this environment, and you often see the same faces here, regular visitors, knowing them and their preferences by heart. You haven't had any global problems with their maintenance. However, things have changed a bit in the last few days..

The dark-haired, slender man who appeared here as a guest a couple of days ago started coming here every day, at the same time, and exactly when your shift started. His gaze began to fall on you more and more often, tracing his languid, deep amethyst eyes over your entire being. And tonight was no exception.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, that was his name, was sitting nearby, having a casual, almost reluctant, but attractive conversation with the local girls, who themselves were attracted to him, which was not surprising. Sometimes he glanced around, as if expecting someone, there was boredom on his face. However, his sharp deep gaze almost immediately caught you, and a languid slight dark smirk played on his lips when you went out into the hall filled with rich visitors and began serving the guests.