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[asoftermeme]

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 fantast

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U'rajul Tia | FFXIV OC | m/m

[looktothesun]

[This is it. This is him. The worker.]

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

[preciousbrat]

(the worker)

Hela | Thor: Ragnarok | ota

[helapowerful]

[ The client ]

Richard Starke | OC | m/m

[loveisblindness]

i gotchu im like how many hours late BUT I GOTCHU

[blowie]

" -- I like the way my life is."

It might not mean much coming from a man who'd folded himself to fit in the space where the car pedals were supposed to be, but Ken wasn't lying. People tended to assume the sex business was the kind of thing everyone only went into as a last resort; Ken had sort of figured, well, he was good at it, and others benefited from his skill, and so what was the harm?

Furrowing his brows, he moved to rest his cheek against Starke's thigh. His trousers were already undone, and Ken had been well on his way to pulling everything down the rest of the way to take his prick into his mouth, but then Starke had to start talking and...

In all honesty, it was a damn shame. Starke was one of his favourite regulars.

"I'm not -- looking for anyone to save me." He almost laughed at the idea, but bit his lip against it instead and sent Starke a long-suffering look and a soft smile to match. "Because I don't need to be saved."

[loveisblindness]

"I- Well."

It would be hard to argue with the determined look Ken was giving him, with his cheek resting on Richard's thigh. He was the one sitting there with his pants halfway down for god's sake.

"I'm just saying that.. if you ever did need a way out, I'd be there."

There he was playing mister saviour again, a long-lasting character trait. Some might call it a flaw even.

He played with Ken's short, spiked hair. A gesture full of affection. He had developed some soft spot for this boy he shared his bed with on many occasions.

"But you're right, it's your life. Who am I to interfere.. After all, I'm here helping you earn more right now so."

mimi márquez ❀ rent ❀ ota

[candlelights]

[ A very, very reckless exotic dancer/BDSM worker who has a great attitude and less than great habits.

She's "We Found Love (In a Hopeless Place)" personified. ]

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC

[desecrated]

[[ooc: likely past, sci-fi or fantasy and most likely one of the workers. Talk to me, though I could be persuaded.]]

Elektra Natchios | Marvel Netflix

[tamethatfire]

[Courtesan, madame, honey trap, murder weapon - take your pick]

Noctis | FFXV | m/m | OTA

[lightofthelucii]

((Probably the worker, but open to discussion.))

Laure Ash | Femme Fatale | m/f

[redbloodedwoman]

[The worker]

Alexandra Udinov (Nikita) OTA

[myfight]

(ooc |Played straight, AU worker. However, we can do a twist in which she's undercover as a worker or client.)

Gregory Valentine | Backstrom | m/m

[gothcrimewiz]

[ he previously was in canon so, The Worker. open to modern or sci-fi. ]

mia dearden | dc comics

[speedyarcher]

[ i mean... she used to be in canon so definitely the worker. open to any setting. pref m/f. no ollie's because he's like her dad so yuck. ]

Éponine Thénardier | Les Misérables | ota

[epiny]

[sex worker plz]

Nancy | Oliver Twist | ota

[stauncherhearted]

[worker, it's canon]

Treize Khushrenada - Gundam Wing | open to cross-canon

[kittykatz]

The client, or sort of.

The idea is, a business partner (or maybe government-type) who try to curry some favour sent a high-class courtesan to the hotel room where he's staying at the moment.

Second possible scenario; he needs a plus-one to a diplomatic-kind of party or imagine the kind of formal parties (balls) European aristocrats before WW I would have among their own kind. Too busy to find one himself (definitely no wife or girlfriend here. Workaholic alert!) and asked his staff to find a suitable one. That staff delegated the job to an underling and because of some misunderstanding, the plus-one is a high-class courtesan (instead of someone from 'good and acceptable' family background) and she had been informed that the contract is to provide a 'girfriend experience'.

[run_n_hide]

[ Are you interested mayhaps in some humorous trope subversion? :3 ]

[kittykatz]

Greetings, o braided wonder! My answer is, "Maybe, if it looks fun enough." ;)

Scenario 2

[run_n_hide]

Duo Maxwell held a breath as his eyes roved around the opulent furnishings of the reception hall in which he stood, stuffed into a fine wool dinner jacket and feeling outrageously out of place. Fortunately, once he'd wiped the stupid, stunned look off his face, he didn't look out of place. His attire was immaculate, all the way down to the tiniest details, like the golden cross-shaped cuff links at his wrists and the silk ribbon that held a cascade of chestnut brown hair in a sleek ponytail down his back. Hell, the ensemble he was wearing had probably cost the operation more than his own damn motorcycle, but it went a long way towards transforming this colonial street kid and terrorist into the perfect image of the sort of classy young socialite who regularly rubbed elbows with dignitaries and diplomats at events such as this one.

Now for the act. Treize would probably be surprised to see that his date for the evening was none other than himself rather than the beautiful and buxom woman the agency had been prepared to send his way, but Duo was prepared for that contingency. The operation had no definitive intel on Treize's sexual preferences, but same-sex couples were not unheard of in modern socialite circles, and Duo was fairly confident that he could charm the pants off of damn near anyone. Er, not literally. Despite the fact that he was currently posing as a high-class prostitute. Ideally everyone's pants would remain on for the entirety of the evening, and he could get the information his group needed with his dignity fully intact.

Ah, was that his target now? Blue eyes followed the imposing figure of the man who now approached the marble fountain, the designated meeting place, and Duo easily recognized the man's strong brows and typical slicked-back ginger coif from the countless photos he'd dutifully studied over the past week. Before the man could grow confused over where his lady might be awaiting him, Duo begged his attention with an easy smile and a hand extended his way in geeting.

"Mr. Khushrenada, I presume?" Duo intoned, voice airy, and every trace of his usual inner city drawl utterly gone. Even his own best friends wouldn't recognize him. "My name is Duo. I'll be your... company, for the evening," he finished, something coy in his tone.

Re: Scenario 2

[kittykatz]

In the moving limousine a forked eyebrow rose the moment he looked at the information about 'his date' for the evening. On the holographic screen was photo of a young man with long hair that could make females become jealous but the most striking part is the playful-defiant look on that face. Among the Romefellar circles it was no secret that Treize Khushrenada replaced his female lovers as often as every few weeks at most but it was (very) little known that he also had occasional quick 'liaison' with men who attracted his eyes. High-pressure job means he regularly needs to release some tension and his chosen way to do it was certainly better than drinking his liver to oblivion.

Gloved finger tapped his knee, his expression thoughtful. His taste usually went towards the Nordic chill like the famous Lightning Count but this late it might not possible to change the arrangement already in place. In the end he decided that it is just only for one night.

On the foyer it is easy to spot his supposed date, and dark blue eyes assessed the long-haired youth. "Treize," greeted as they shook hands. He is thinking that in person 'Duo' exudes some sort of coiled power that reminds him to mid-sized feline. "Shall we?" he smiled and gesturing towards the deeper part of the building where the gala is in progress.

General Hux ⬡ Star Wars ⬡ M/M

[rabidcur]

[Either role is fine]

Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[the_tailor]

[Worker!]

true Pretty Woman fashion?

[pidge_out]

[Pidge hadn't meant to end up on that corner. She really hadn't. After the way things had gone sideways on her latest project, she'd genuinely needed to go for a drive and blow off some steam, get her head on straight so she could get right back to work. And by the time the haze of frustration had dissipated, she was stopped at a corner with a strange man looking in at her through the passenger window.

A man with the nicest blue eyes she'd ever seen.

And he was also asking her something that she wasn't understanding. It took her a second to shake herself back into her senses, blinking rapidly, forcing the cotton out of her ears.] U-Um. What?

i have only 1 icon pls bear with me also i don't know what i'm doing

[marmorite]

[ so maybe keith shouldn't have taken the night shift for his first day on the job. not that the job itself is particularly difficult or anything, but considering he's only two days into living in this city? driving around at night trying to make sense of the streets while on a deadline to make his deliveries under 30 minutes is probably pushing it a little.

still, he's not one to be deterred so easily. or, at the very least, he's not one to admit his own defeat or failure, so in the absence of any sense coming from the car's built-in gps, he pulls into a quiet corner nearby where he spots a figure hanging around the sidewalk. someone standing around this late at night's got to know the streets pretty well, right? right.

and so he pulls up, slowly rolling his window down (because this beat-up delivery car is that out-dated) as he comes to a stop. the enticing scent of freshly-made pizza wafts out of the war as he leans out of the window somewhat, squinting at the shadowy figure with the politest frown (...) he can muster. ]

Hey. Do you know where Brickwood Avenue is?