If you pay, you can stay

[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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[the_tailor]

Well, the list is just about me, soooo!

[pidge_out]

What, no friends or significant others to vouch for you?

[the_tailor]

No significant others, and this isn't exaaaaactly a job I can tell any friends about. And I don't exactly have a Yelp page either! You'll just have to take my word for it.

[pidge_out]

[Pidge quirks an eyebrow, amused.]

So I'm just gonna have to believe you when you say "customer satisfaction guaranteed". Got it.

[the_tailor]

In a little while, you're gonna be giving me a five star rating. Heck, six star!

[pidge_out]

You should make a Yelp page so I can write up a review. "Talked too much, had to drive him around myself."

[the_tailor]

Um, excuse me! Rude!

[He pouts and crosses his arms.]

Firstly, I don't have a car, so unless you wanna ride on the back of my crappy bike, this is the better option. Secondly, I'm a great conversationalist!

[pidge_out]

[She's grinning a little now. Teasing him is actually helping her relax.]

Nothing wrong with a bike. And we'll see about that.

[the_tailor]

I feel like there's an obligatory joke to be made here about riding...

[pidge_out]

[She snorts.] You must invite a lot of people to ride your bike.

[the_tailor]

I mean, hey, if I didn't, I'd be dead ass broke.

[pidge_out]

Well, people do what they have to do to make ends meet.

[the_tailor]

And mine just happens to involve making...ends meet.

[Look how clever he is.]

[pidge_out]

[That has her actually laughing.]

Okay, that wasn't half bad.

[the_tailor]

I've got a lot more where that came from!

[pidge_out]

Somehow I don't doubt that for a second.

[the_tailor]

[He grins, leaning back in the car seat.

Yep, he definitely likes this person.]

[pidge_out]

[Lucky for Lance, Pidge is now significantly less nervous about bringing him home with her. Which is also a good thing because she's officially pulling into the parking area of her apartment building.

Lance might also notice that it's... kind of a really nice building. And they're definitely in a really nice part of town. Pidge might be driving a less than incredible, hand-me-down car, but that doesn't seem to indicate much.]

[the_tailor]

[Holy hot damn.

He hadn't been expecting a place like this. What kind of job does Pidge have to afford a place like this?]

Whooooaaaa... Fancy.

[pidge_out]

Um-- Yeah, it's not too bad around here, huh?

[Pidge doesn't really pay Lance much mind as she goes ahead and finds her parking spot. As soon as they're parked she's got her door open and is climbing out, grabbing her keys and making her way to the elevators.]

[the_tailor]

Nope.

[He follows her along, heels clacking on the ground as he keeps up with her.]

[pidge_out]

[She leads him through the building to her apartment quietly, idly fiddling with her keys as they wind their way down the hall. It's all pretty fancy-looking and clean, just a step down from what a standard hotel would be like.

That kind of ends once Pidge gets the door to her actual place open. It looks very much like a bachelor pad; soda cans and pizza boxes covering the kitchen counters, open books and paper strewn over the coffee table near the TV. What can be seen of the furniture from underneath the mess is pretty nice, though it doesn't seem to match Pidge's style. It's as if someone else did the decorating around here.]

Um-- This is it. Sorry for the mess. I don't... usually invite people over.

[the_tailor]

[He's still impressed. And despite the messy state of things, the place is ten times the size of his closet of an apartment. He looks around and whistles.]

Niiiiice. And hey, if you ever need a maid...

[pidge_out]

[Pidge smirks a little bit, turning toward him with one arched eyebrow as she kicks off her shoes.]

Are you already planning out how to weasel your way into my apartment more often?

[the_tailor]

Would it be an awful thing if I was?

[He winks at her, taking a seat down on an empty space on the couch as he starts to tug his boots off.]