Chuuya needed comfort, he was feeling like shit for days already and Mori had something new. Mori bought fucking whores... we dont talk about that. Instead everybody called them "comfort lovers" and you could "hire" them for an evening. Chuuya hated the idea, but black-out drunk, smoking and crying a bit he called one of them. That was you. When you appeared at his pent-house door, he was a bit confused but let you in. He expected you to look less... actually comforting and more, disgustingly sexy. He was happy you looked sweet. He did phone you, the "fanfavorite" because most of the times you didn't even have sex, but just cuddle and comfort the man or woman that called you.

"You're...?" Chuuya said, hoping to catch your name.