bakerstreet | You don't have to sell your body to the night

Pretty Woman
shipping meme

There's no one who understands better than you that in the trade of skin and vice and sex, there's no room for emotion. "Love" especially is worth less than the money you can ply - and more dangerous for its trouble, too.

Still, you've broken the one rule of sin (don't fall in love, never fall in love, not with a client) and there's no turning back. So what will you do? Here's the rope made of decisions: use it to run away from the bed you've made...or tighten the noose.

No need for explanation needed here, it is what it is. A Pretty Woman-esque shipping meme for a romance (or something like it) between a prostitute and...someone who's not a prostitute!
Obviously, while the meme is based on a romcom that glosses over all the darker aspects of sex work, threads here could be fluffy, romantic, tropey/meta, tragic, or serious. Triggers could very well abound. If things are going to be on the uglier side with your character, like abuse, drugs, or underage, please make a note of that and respect preferences.
Make a top level comment with what role you'd like to play + any other info.
Reply to others. Play out meetcutes, forbidden romances, business-turned-more, rescue, etc.

Roles:

The Worker: Everyone has a different story about how they ended up in this lot. Tragedy, force, addiction, money troubles, or genuine love of the work, it doesn't matter, as all the roads lead to another notch in the bedpost and some more money in your - or your boss's - pocket. For once, though, the person you're "hired" by...they're different. Actually, fresh-faced or veteran, you may just discover that you're a little different yourself, more heart of gold than hooker.
The Client: You were looking for a little fun and you didn't mind paying. Or, on the other hand, you might have just stumbled into a den of iniquity on accident or for other business entirely. One thing's for certain...one person's caught your eye, and whether it be love at first sight or an arduous process, you want better things for them. What do you plan? A rescue? Beating up anyone who'd hurt them?
Be careful you don't get hurt in the process, whether it be at the hands the criminal element that plagues the shadowy side of life or, unfortunately, at the hands of the one you care for most.

Setting:

Past (Roman brothels, Victorian whorehouses, Renaissance courtesans, etc.)
Modern
Sci-fi or fantasy

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

most likely the client, but he's not opposed to trading for favors/necessities.

he's been around for a very long time, mostly out of ireland/england prior to the mid 18th century. post 18th is his time in north america. many of his followers resorted to prostitution, so he has no moral qualms around it.

[ he's an incubus who worked as a prostitute for most of his teenage years. for the sake of the meme, we can say he still does so on the side. ]

[ likely the client ]

[Bucky as the worker, no sci-fi please]

[[ooc: an extremely awkward client or a not-quite-by-the-book worker.]]

[ the client ]

(the worker)

[ ooc; How do you feel about a Modern Day Satyr who was bored, curious and a bit tipsy running into Finch on purpose via word of mouth? ]

[ i'm a-ok with it! ]

[ In a world dominated (seemingly) by humans, it was always a bit refreshing when one got word that there was something more interesting lurking around. Lurking wasn’t exactly the word Grey would have used when he spotted the incubus.

Greycian had been enjoying himself at his favorite bar after work (still ironic given he owned a brewery) when he overheard a conversation by the pool table about some handsomely beautiful creature who wasn’t in the best line of work, but had made a name for himself in it regardless. Grey could admire that in some ways.

More than that, the Satyr was overly curious. He wasn’t the type to pay for company, mostly because he never needed to, but he had never actually been with an incubus. He had heard stories but never experienced.

Grey had watched him for a while, smoking a cigarette at a nearby cafe patio, and debated actually approaching him. But he wasn’t surprised when his curiosity got the better of him. He stamped out his cigarette and finally crossed the street. For a satyr, he was dressed like a tight lipped business man with his black suit, silver tie and matching vest. He even had one of those duster coats but the truth was, he couldn’t wait to get out of the penguin suit. He much preferred his T-shirt’s and jeans. ]

Hungry?

[ I'm canon-blind, so forgive me! Is modern setting okay? I was thinking Kaname could have maybe already um... enlisted his services a few times already. If you have anything you'd like me to throw in a starter (like some info or something) just let me know, otherwise I'll just... try and make something generic up! ]

[ most likely the worker ]

[It isn't the first time Frank has walked into this place. A bar, a brothel, a strip club, whatever someone wanted to call it. Men came here for one primary reason. They could get a little company.

Frank didn't frequent the place as often as other men did. Only when he felt particularly lonely, not that he'd admit it. He wasn't a bad guy, he had just made some mistakes. Put his job above his family. War changes people, and eventually the strain of it ended his marriage.

Tonight, he walks in and heads to the bar to sit and order a drink. There were a lot of beautiful women around, but there was only one that ever caught his eye.]

(Sorry for the late rely. I am also canon-blind. Your idea sounds great. If you have already something in mind, feel free to writer the starter. And just in case you might these -> Kink List)

[ Karen had had her opinions about this kind of work before. It had been less than favorable, to be kind. But when life keeps knocking you on your ass, sometimes all that can be done is get from day to day. Somehow, that led her to this place. At first, she was just serving drinks. That was the deal. Then she was working the pole when she saw how much money the other dancers got. Enough saved up, she'd be able to get back on her feet and leave this place.

She only started working the back rooms when she was requested and assured they couldn't touch her if she didn't want them to. Look but don't touch. She agreed to those terms and here she was, wearing a blue wig and dancing on stage to something slow and full of base thudding through the floor.

It's only when she's done that she spots a familiar face she's seen a few times before. She gives him a little smile before leaving the stage and walking over to the bar. Her outfit was still on, stripped down to the shimmering bra and tight matching bottoms, heels allowing her to look down at him when she leans against the bar top. ]

Back for more?

[Frank looks up when Karen joins him. His eyes glance her over and he nods.]

Hey, beautiful.

[There's a hint of a smile when he looks at her. Something he doesn't have on his face very often anymore.]

I don't really like the wig.

[Her natural hair was prettier.]

[ She smiles a little more widely at the greeting but then she reaches up to the wig, putting on an act, wide-eyed in 'shock'. ]

This isn't a wig... I thought it would bring my eyes out more.

I like the more natural looking you. Sorry if that offends you.

[He takes a drink from his whiskey and smiles.]

[ She can't hold the act for much longer than that, grinning easily and laughing when she sees that smile. How does he manage to do that to her? ]

Then I guess it's lucky for you it is a wig. Though I was told it does bring out my eyes more. Not sure how anyone can really tell...

[ She gestures to the neon lighting in the place. ]

[Frank cradles his chin in his hand, which only partially covers the smile on his face.]

That's a cheap pick-up line, you know. You're too smart to fall for that.

[ She leans on the bar top more, almost copying what he's doing with his hand, ]

How do you know how smart I am?

[ She knows about those pick-up lines. She's heard a lot since she started working here. Very few have actually tried to say she's "smart" tho. ]

[Frank wasn't much like the other guys who came through here. She must've noticed that the first time he showed his face.]

I can tell. I'm good at reading people.

[ She did. It's one of the only reasons she comes over to talk to him and him alone. ]

Is that what you do when you watch me? You "read" me?

You make it sound weird.

[He smiled again. Maybe it was weird. Most guys don't look at the girls in here and try to judge their character.]

[ She laughs easily at that, ]

Hey, you're the one saying you do it! I'm just asking if that's what you do with me.

[ Adding, ]

When there are other things you could be doing, instead.

You don't have to sell your body to the night

mad sweeney | american gods

finch ( original )

margaery tyrell | asoiaf/got (modern au) | ota

Peter Petrelli | Heroes AU

Bucky Barnes | MCU |

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m

Jessica Jones | MCU | f/m

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

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karen page | daredevil

decided!

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