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The Brothel AU Meme

If sex work is the world's oldest profession, then the brothel may be among the world's oldest businesses. The scene could be anywhere: the modern world, a riff on Middle Earth, a futuristic space colony. Wherever you go, there will always be a demand for your services... and whether you're a high-class escort to the elite or the jewel of the slums, it's a living.

How To Play

1. Top level with your preference: sex worker, client, or either
2. Pick your prompt/s and set a scene, or just wing it!
3. Tag around!

Prompts

1. Old Pro
You're a proper professional with an active client base and a reputation for your skills. Can you leverage that experience to your advantage?

2. Newbie
You're new to this profession and still finding your footing. Some clients find that charming, and other workers may take you under their wing.

3. Demonstration
This is a special job: you're putting on a show for an audience, or maybe you're showing a new worker the ropes.

4. Forbidden Love
Sex workers know better than to fall for a client, and clients know better than to fall for a sex worker. Perhaps even more fraught is a relationship between two workers. This time, however... you just can't help yourself.

5. SO Experience
Your job isn't just about the sex. You provide the entire girl/boyfriend experience: doting words, public appearances, accepting gifts. And yet, it's just a job... right?

6. Something Extra
Kink, monsters, transformation, and magic, oh my! There's something a little different about the services you offer.

7. Getaway
You're ready to break away from this life, whether it's on your own or with someone you've grown close to.

8. Wildcard
Anything goes!

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He nodded but wondered if they would have anything that would fit someone as tall as he was. Sometimes finding clothing was hard.

"I'm Sami." Aarne smiled because he loved his culture and slid his sleeve up a little to show Sven the reindeer tattoo he had. He loved his tattoo so much.

"Then, you are special. Part of the land, sea and sky, with the gods smiling down on you, Aarne."

Sven was a spiritual man at heart and understood some of the Sami ways, even if it was more the Swedish Sami and not the ones from Finland. He could see how much his culture meant to Aarne and felt the need to hug the boy.

"You'll be safe here. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"They understand." He could hear the recognition and that was nice. It wasn't expected either.

He leaned into the hug. It was nice to have one since he had been by himself since coming down to southern Sweden.

"They do and they understand you."

Sven wanted to reassure the Finn because he'd been through a traumatic life it seemed. He sipped his drink and wondered if Aarne had anywhere to stay.

"Are you staying somewhere local? We like to make sure our workers here have safe places to live."

Aarne relaxed into the comfort.

"Only if I make money tonight." Aarne was staying in a hotel still and needed money to stay a few more nights but he really needed to find something more permanent if he was honest.

"I can set you up with some decent clients if you want. Good men that pay well and don't treat you like a piece of garbage."

Sven knew such men who were kind and actually gave a shit about the people they were fucking. He'd fucked a few and received a decent amount of money for blow jobs and anal sex.

"As for accommodation, you're welcome to stay at my apartment if you want. My baby brother lives with me."

Aarne shrugged against the blonde. "I need the money."

He didn't exactly want to do this but he had to do something. Having someone that could find him a safe client.

"If I don't have to pay for a hotel tonight...." Aarne wouldn't have to work if he had some place to stay. "I could look after your brother? I used to watch my sister."

"We all need the money, doll. I get what you mean though."

Sven looked at Aarne and wondered just how old he was. He didn't even look past 18. If the boy wanted to help look after Ulrik then how could he say no? Even so, Sven was a very watchful older brother, being the man of the house now.

"Ulrik is 12 and is quite shy. He might take a while to warm up to a stranger in the house but he's young and hasn't taken the loss of our parents well."

Sven put on a brave face most of the time but with Ulrik, he cried a lot and had nightmares.

Aarne wasn't much past 18. He had come down just after his birthday to try and find a band. The bit of money he had saved and brought along was now gone. Going home felt like too much if a failure so he was here.

"I know what it is like to lose important things in your life." He didn't want to talk about it but he did understand even if it wasn't people he lost.

"I guess.. I should work." Aarne was getting nervous. Somehow doing this for money was scarier than all the times back home when he was doing it to protect his family.

"It's alright, honey. We're like a big family here at the working house. With legs like yours, have you ever though of modelling? I do that on the side as well as sex work."

Sven had to try his hand at everything because otherwise him and his brother would be out on the street, starving with no place to go.

"If you don't want to work tonight you don't have to. You've been attacked and that can make you feel on edge seeing a client."

The Swede sighed and pulled out some notes stuffed inside his tight little shorts, passing them to Aarne.

"Here. This is so you don't have to work tonight because I look after those working with me, even newbies like you, doll. How about we call it a night and you come back home to meet my baby brother?"

Sven could see Aarne was in no shape to entertain any clients tonight.

Aarne shrugged. "No." He hadn't thought about modeling. "I used to do this back home when I had to." Which meant he had been doing this underaged but he wasn't about to say it, say why or talk about what happened. He hadn't even told his parents everything. He did instinctively touch the tattoo on his inner forearm that said sleazy. It was his strength sometimes to know he was more than that word even when others didn't see it.

Aarne pushed the money away. He refused to take handouts especially knowing what Sven had to do to get it. Sven is a stranger but he nods to leaving. He's stressed out for so many reasons, not just being attacked. "I need to get my things from the hotel. I can't pay for another night there."

Sven understood when Aarne pushed the money away because he knew about pride among other things. It was more he sometimes gave money to those who were struggling or were total rock bottom.

"It's alright, I understand. Hotels aren't fucking cheap, I know that. You're welcome to stay as long as you want at my place with my little baby brother."

The Swede hoped that Aarne would at least take him up on that offer. He wasn't about to ask the Finn about his past or what he did back home because it was none of his business. Everyone ended up here in the working house for one reason or another, most out of desperation.

"I don't know anyone here." Aarne admitted and that was why he was in a hotel still.

After a moment he stood up. Even upset he wasn't one to sit around for long.

"You know me so far, so that's one."

Sven tried to cheer the young Finn up after a shaky start, as he pulled out his car keys from his pocket. It wouldn't take long to drive back to the apartment and hopefully Ulrik would be home from school or back from playing with his friends.

"Ready to go, doll? The car's out in the lot."

The Swede walked to the door and held it open for Aarne.

"I don't know you." Aarne corrected. The past 15 minutes or whatever it had been wasn't enough to know anyone. That would take time but right now this was his best option.

"I'm staying at the hotel a couple blocks down. Can I get my things on the way?" Aarne followed along and tried not to feel nervous since he'd never gone home with a boy, or a girl for that matter, before. Most of what he had done was in weirdly public, though out of view, places.

Sven knew this boy was nervous so just shrugged and hoped he would be ok. Yes, it was true, Aarne didn't know the Swede, but Sven was trying to ease his nerves. Hopefully, he would get to know the Finn eventually.

"I'll stop off outside the hotel so you can get your things."

The Swede walked down to the parking lot and got to his car, unlocking it and waiting for Aarne to get inside.

Aarne paused to push the seat all the way back before getting in. His legs were so long he had to.

"Everything is packed. I just have to get it and return the key." He didn't want to waste Sven's time. He was already doing too much.

Of course. The Finn's legs were so long, Sven almost forgot about pushing the seat back for him. Usually, it was just him and his brother riding in the car, going out to get food shopping.

"Alright."

As soon as Aarne was inside the car, he started the engine and pulled away from the working house and out onto the road.

"Where is the hotel? You'll have to give me directions."

Aarne easily gave Sven directions since it was only a few blocks. He had literally been wandering around the day before when he found the place they were leaving.

Once at the hotel Aarne jumped out and headed inside. It wasn't long before he reappeared with a small suitcase and bags that looked suspiciously like a small drum kit

"I need the trunk."

Sven unlocked the trunk from the driving seat and peered out the window to see what the Finn was carrying. Was that---a drumkit? A small one. Oh, so he had musical talent too then.

"It should be open."

Just seeing the drumkit made Sven's heart sink a little because he really wanted to be in a glam metal band as a singer. Everyone at the working house said he had a good voice. It was more he couldn't rely on trying to find a band without a stable income. His music career had taken a back seat for now.

Aarne put the kit in the back gingerly. He cared for it a lot because his family had barely been able to afford it and he certainly couldn't afford to replace it. Sven wasn't the only wistful musician.

"Thank you." Aarne said as he got back in the passenger seat after closing the trunk.

"Ok, doll. Ready to rock and roll back to my place, drummer boy?"

The Swede couldn't help but smile because it would be nice to have another musician in the house. He gave the Finn a friendly soft punch to the arm as they carried on driving to the apartment.

***

Around half an hour later they arrived with Sven parking the car on the hard standing at the front, before getting out and waiting for Aarne.

The comment about being a drummer caused him to blush but that punch.. it might have been friendly but Aarne pushed away against the door and gave the Swede a suspicious look. There's tears threatening in his eyes. Fear rising up over the Swede maybe this was a bad idea. Aarne stayed silent and started questioning his choice to agree with this and it showed when he was so lost in thought he didn't realize the car stopped.

That blush was cute and Sven was about to compliment the Finn even further when he saw that look. It was as if the Finn's whole behaviour changed when he got that playful punch to his arm. Had Aarne---been abused? Was that why he looked like a cornered animal right now? Sven frowned.

"Doll? Are you ok? We're here."

The Swede made a note not to make any physical moves towards Aarne, knowing he reacted this way.

Aarne looked over before getting out of the car. "I'll be fine."

He was usedti burying fear and things that bothered him. He would make it work or defend himself if he needed to. Even if the Swede looked strong, Aarne could fight