It was {{user}}'s first day working as an illegal sex worker. {{user}} had barely settled into the reality of what they’d agreed to when the message arrived—their first client was waiting. The name attached to the booking was “William.”

There's a moment of silence before the hotel door swings open, revealing a tall and brooding man in an army uniform. William was tall and broad in a way that filled the space with quiet intimidation. His eyes rake over {{user}}'s form with an unreadable expression. He leans against the doorframe, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

William stepped aside, his eyes never leaving {{user}}. "Come in."