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Brothel

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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[ Never adopted AU: Nina as the blind housekeeper or sex worker at a Russian whorehouse (or plucked from it by the mob to service more elite clientele and get/create dirt on them). ]

[ he'll show you a good time ]

[ the worker most likely but open to anything. ]

[ the worker and a newbie. Okay with any of the other options thrown in. ]

[ the worker. ]

[Before she got her current gig as ~~an intern for~~ THE KEEPER OF THE BLADE, Ninia spent a few years as a succubus, trading mindblowing sex for stealing a bit of your vital energy.

Any demon summoners out there looking for a good time?]

[He's definitely the sex worker. Old Pro and/or SO experience kind of come with the package for him, but the others are on the table per taste.]

[Normally, Alivian would never give buildings like this a second thought aside from his patrols and making sure no one gets out of line. He's passed by the building countless times, each round only serving to further pique his curiosity.

[By the time he gets the courage to enter and follow through, he finds himself wondering what he was worried for. Admittedly, the sound of sex just barely audible from others rooms makes him flush, but he puts in his request for companionship (not sex,) that the person they assign to him choose where they go (or if they leave at all,) and more money than strictly necessary. He finds himself grateful that he's wearing his hood up; his ears feel like they're about to burn off. Not that hiding his ears does anything; his nervously-wriggling tail is visible for all to see.

[Rather than stand around and tower over everyone, he opts to sit in a chair nearby to wait, not wanting to chase anyone off, and honestly wanting to look as small as possible without making it look like he's nervous (he probably fails.) His fluffy tail, however, continues to move in small ways in subconscious appeasement (this is probably why he fails.) After all, his rather stoic expression probably doesn't help, either.

[Even though it's probably work to whomever is chosen, he hopes that they have a good enough time with him....

[Where will they go, he wonders. Or will they stay here? His bones will be grateful not to move much, but... well. Hopefully they like to eat good food? Hopefully far from any beastfolk areas, in general....]

[It isn't the first time Sylvain's seen this guy. He passes by frequently, seemingly on a mission, but never stops in. He's a little surprised when the Matron comes to him and says there's someone here looking for the SO experience and wants to be out and about, and he's led to that familiar-ish masked face. A few questions are immediately answered by the sight of his nervously tucked and twitching tail, even if the man's ears are hidden. Sylvain's own well-groomed tail gives an interested flick as he approaches, dressed in a comfortable suit and looking very prepared indeed for a date on the town.]

Alivian?

[He smiles, his auburn red ears facing forward with interest, and he bows with a hand on his chest, all gentlemanly.]

I'm Lance. I have the pleasure of being your date tonight.

[Alivian feels immediately woefully under-dressed, seeing Lance in that suit. His cheeks flush a little pink where they're visible beneath the mask, but it doesn't linger too long. Besides, it's from more than the suit; being addressed so politely is a lot more jarring than he's used to. The chair beneath him creaks as he gets up in a slight hurry, tail tucking briefly between his legs before falling limp, as usual.]

...I, ah... Yes. I'm Alivian. Such fancy dress you have-- I regret that I don't have any such attire on hand.... I came right off of work. I apologize for any inconvenience that's brought.

[His ears fold beneath the hood (which collapses from the lack of support,) and he absently messes with some of the gold trim on his outer coat, head tilting slightly downward and away. It's an incredibly far cry from his usual stoic, calm demeanor from day to day at work.]

Did you want to go somewhere fancy, Lance? I don't mind purchasing a suit to properly match you if it's a place with a distinct dress code, though that will take some additional time to find one that isn't too ill-fitting.

[Not even going to tailor it until another day, because he'd rather have some fun today, and Lance probably doesn't want his time to be wasted. Clearing his throat, he looks up again, his tail giving another small, nervous wag. Just like Lance's, it's fairly immaculately groomed, despite how long it's been since morning.]

I'd rather go wherever you'd prefer to, if that's alright. I don't have experience with such things as dating.

[The flush comes back, his mouth pressing into a slight line.]

Oh no, don't fret about that. This is just a personal choice. I like to dress up if I'm going to be going out.

[He steps into Alivian's space, adjusting his uniform (probably unnecessarily). This one is a nervous talker, it seems.]

I was planning to take you to a tea house just up the road, but if you're coming right off of work you must be hungry. Maybe you would prefer somewhere with more substantial food options?

[Fussing with his clothes done, "Lance" trails a hand down his patron's chest, letting his touch linger a moment before returning to a more comfortable social distance. So he's a shy, inexperienced one looking for some practice with dating, then. At least, that's what Sylvain is assuming. Cute, and very manageable. One of the best kinds of clients, really. He grins, showing enough teeth that his fangs are visible.]

No worries, just try not to overthink it. Just follow my lead.

[The sudden proximity has his fur slightly puffing up. Even such a small act of intimacy has his nerves running haywire. His face feels like it's trying to permanently stain itself red.]

Ah, it's fine to indulge in something like a tea shop. If you want to take me there, then that's what we'll do.

[He manages a faint, gentle smile.]

I will hardly perish if I don't eat something substantial. I will absolutely get by on snacks.

[By necessity, he does his best to maintain a healthy diet, but something light to whet his appetite for later is just fine, too.

[His smile rapidly drops as a thought occurs to him, and he puts his hands up by way of apology, even if that's not necessarily what that action is usually for.]

But, ah... I will warn you, and with great apologies in advance: I am... not necessarily a welcome presence in public places. There may be people who opt to try to start something with me just because I'm there and not on the clock anymore.

[Most people know of "the dog with the mask" or "that dog from the Control Bureau" - his Glare is particularly potent, and so that source of potential danger isn't exactly ideal. What use is a Dominant's Glare if it has no way to be controlled outside of physical means?]

Before we go, do I need to give you a run-down of why that is, or will you be alright even with that potential occurrence?

[It's so easy to see how flushed Alivian is from how close they are. Sylvain bites his lip against a playful smile. He doesn't want to tease the guy to death before they've even walked out of the brothel door! Speaking of, Sylvain gently hooks some fingers around Alivian's elbow and starts to steer him out as they talk.]

You can share if you want to. If you would rather leave it and just focus on having a pleasant time I'm okay with that too. I don’t want to ruin the fun by setting you up to get the wrong kind of attention... but I think I have a solution. Do you trust me?

[Thankfully, Alivian is an easy lead, following with him without a single protest.]

I don't understand how you'd ruin it just by me informing you of the details, but... go ahead? Ah! No touching the mask, by the way. It's... it's there for your safety, and the safety of others.

[It's a bit hard to fully trust after the life he's had, but at least the faith he has regarding others hasn't completely died.]

Other than that, I'm all yours. I'll be very sad if you break my trust.

[He almost seems to be pouting, saying that, despite the calm way he suggests such words.]

I meant more, we could focus on more pleasant topics of conversation. And that I didn't want to force you to sit in a public space where you were afraid you might get heckled or something.

[His head tilts to this side, his ears twitching in confusion about the mask, but he doesn't push the subject. It isn't his place really, anyway. He is here to provide a service and if the guy wants to keep his face covered that's totally his right. Definitely not the weirdest quirk Sylvain's ever dealt with.]

And my goal is the opposite of you being sad! I'll show you a good time, don't you worry.

[Seeing the confusion, it's more than clear to him that Lance doesn't know why the mask remaining on is so important.]

Haha, alright, alright.

[He has some urge to gently ruffle the other man's hair, but refrains.]

I'm grateful for how considerate you are. Truly.

[Even if it's fake, he thinks. It's kinder than he's gotten from outside of who he considers family.]

Wherever you want to take me, I'll pay the way for any further expenses, alright? I can quite afford it, and as a person and a Dominant, it makes me happy to do so. And... I want to show my gratitude to you, for spending any time with me.

If you insist~

[He says so in a singsong voice. For clients with money, sometimes playing the sugar daddy was part of the fantasy for them. Not that Alivian didn't pay more than enough to also cover the costs of the date, and Sylvain does have that extra coin with him if needed, but he won't pull it out unless Alivian fails to pay.]

[He could ruffle, if he wanted. Sylvain doesn't mind that kind of casual contact, even in public. He actually does rub his cheek a little against the dominant's arm as he leads him, a small foxlike show of friendliness.]

It's not exactly a chore, you know.

[He teases lightly. Ah, here's the tea house. Sylvain greets the hostess at the door with familiarity, and there's knowing in her eyes as she takes the couple in. He leans in closer to her, speaking softly, and she nods. Right this way, gentleman, she turns toward a curtain of beads at the back of the seating area, leading them to a second room with several partial walls, creating more private little seating places where it's less likely for patrons to see their neighbors.]

[Alivian gets a small hint with the nuzzling, but he can't remember the last time anyone did that for him that wasn't his nana, Liora. The gesture itself renders him wordless, though he doesn't stop following his lead. Seeing a glimpse of other patrons on the way to their seating sends a nervous flop through his stomach, but otherwise he doesn't let it show on his face.

[His tail, on the other hand, tucks between his legs until they're alone again. Tail still hanging low, however, he carefully looks around to try to see how easy or hard it is for other patrons to see each other, and then looks at "Lance" again as he lowers his hood, his tail nervously wiggling and his ears half-folded back.

[But his face? Completely stoic. Tugging his hood back down was a deliberate gesture, if only to offer his companion insight as to what he's feeling without having to ask.]

Other patrons are polite enough not to barge over here, right? [he ventures, after a moment, his tail giving another small, restless wag.]

I've never been here before, admittedly.

Edited (oops, added a code where it wasn't needed.) 2024-02-27 01:13 (UTC)

[It is the most quiet the man has been since they started, Sylvain thinks. His tail truly gives him away, though. Enough so that Sylvain doesn't really expect the hood to go away and the ears to come out. They tell on him even more than the tail does.]

I mean, sure. Barging over to someone else's table is pretty uncommon behavior, right? And the private seating back here is generally for folks on dates, so you're likely to get a drink thrown on you or something for interrupting the cozy couples.

[This guy is really paranoid. Who did he piss off? What did he do? It isn't relevant to the job, unless Sylvain starts to think himself in danger and he doesn't yet, but he can't help but be curious with all this drama. He slides into the rounded corner booth, making himself comfortable and hoping that's enough of an invitation for his shy companion.]

[In his own head, his worries are completely justified. What if someone barges in and bothers Lance just for associating with him? No one should, but the worry still gnaws at him.

[But, seeing Lance settle in, Alivian opts to sit across from him, ears still half-folded, and tail curling up against his hip. He sits formally, despite his body language basically screaming that he'd rather curl up into a ball or something.]

I... I see....

[His ears swivel slightly to the sides, opening up a little more. One hand reaches up to fidget very slightly with the edge of his mask.]

I'll.. try to relax. There's just a lot to keep in mind, and... I worry that my sour reputation will affect yours, and your time here.

[He forces a slight smile.]

But, so long as it doesn't, I shall try not to fret so much.

[Relaxing just a little more, he looks around for a menu to see if one's waiting, or, like at the Cats' Cradle Cafe, where it's hung on the far wall.]

Um. As you know, my name is Alivian, though if you wish to call me by a nickname, you're welcome to do so. I work at the Control Bureau for housing and job placement, and also walk patrols with a coworker or two. It keeps me busy for most of the day other than the late afternoon hours like this.

I wanted to become a doctor and help people that way, but my Glare's potency ruined it. So, government work is the only avenue that was willing to work with someone with an uncontrollable Glare.

[He lightly taps his mask, shoulders briefly hunching.]

Um. This is the first date I've ever gone on, ever. That's kind of... embarrassing for a 24-year-old, isn't it?

[It is…. Very much a struggle to not just bluntly point out I’m a whore as a counterargument. Sylvain doesn’t have a reputation to protect other than the ones that keep a steady stream of clients coming his way. Someone giving him hell for being with a paying customer isn’t exactly a threat to him. But that isn’t nice, and that breaks the illusion he is trying to nuture here. So he swallows his snark. He gets easily distracted by the comments about Alivian’s apparently dangerouns Glare, at the least.]

Ohh that’s why the mask.

[He smiles sympathetically, canting his head to the side, his ears still angled toward Alivian. He has the fox man’s attention, and his curiosity.]

No, I wouldn’t say that all. I mean you were probably working and studying really hard to prepare for medical school, right? And when that… didn’t pan out you were super busy with other things. You’ve had a lot on your plate getting in the way of dating. Its no surprise you’re a late bloomer.

[Especially considering the insecurity… and how much the fuss over his Glare would have gotten in the way of the dominant socializing with any submissives or switches.]

[Of course, Alivian knows that Lance is a whore. He knows that. Still, the brush-off is understandable on the matter.]

...I stopped studying medicine and textbooks on the subject around the age of sixteen. Though officially, I had no chance of it starting from the age of thirteen. I just didn't know it at the time. By the time this mask was crafted and suppressed my Glare to an appropriate degree, the damage was already done. At that point, I saw nothing else but isolation after realizing it still did nothing to help convince anyone to accept me, for a time.

[There was just no point in trying to nurture his love of it when there was no chance to use it for the benefit of others.]

The work hours are still long, but... yes, that about sums it up. Finding work where I have, knowing I can help even some people, even if it's not in the way I envisioned, is more than enough.

[His ears fold a bit again, face dusting pink. He clears his throat and sits up straighter.]

But... look at me going like this. Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Unless it's something violent, I'm not likely to take offense, no matter the topic.

[Sylvain already felt bad for the guy, but as the story goes on it becomes even harder to suppress his pity. His ears fold down at the comment of isolation.]

[He does not believe for a second that what Alivian has is more than enough but he isn't about to call the guy's copium out so soon. He reaches across the table, taking one of the wolf's hands if it's in reach and he will allow it. After all that sad backstory, he has to comfort him a little!]

I can chatter on about most things, really. Are you fond of art? I love all forms, including performance. Or maybe you're more of a reader?

[Poppy is just the sweetest, most innocent looking creature here. Offers the whole girlfriend / SO experience and a good pick if you want some hurt/comfort.]

[Info + Kinks.

Auryare is a vampiric sort of eldritch creature who just wants to have a good time. Their original world is a grimdark future full of eldritch creatures worthy of being SCPs and they still have to work a dull as dirt office job! So their just here to have a good time and work a far more fun job.]

[He would be the sex worker.]

ooc: can be in her own canon where she's 'bought' for the night to sleep next to or an actual brothel au. i'm fine with

ooc: open to m/f or f/f

ooc: paying her way through college is totally acceptable

ooc: probably some sort of spy work, but here for it anyway

[ in which his debts are being repaid through another kind of work.

m/m. crosscanon welcome. happy to write a starter if prompted! ]

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Brothel

oa / prairie / nina | the OA.

aventurine | hsr

Armin Arlert ( Attack on Titan )

Hajime Shino | Enstars | OTA

Tighnari 🌿 Genshin Impact 🌿 m/m

Ninia, KEEPER OF THE BLADE | Original | OTA

Sylvain Gautier | Fire Emblem 3 Houses | OTA

Time to see where this goes~

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My email did NOT inform me this was here! D:

no the broken notifs curse! :(

This one made it to my email! Maybe it was a fluke.

or the hiccup has passed lol

Seems so! /knocks on wood

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Poppylan Wilkes | Midnight Poppyland | F/M

Auryare | OC | OTA

Agatsuma Soubi | Loveless

lucy/sara | sleeping beauty (2011) | m/f

genya safin | shadow and bone

emma meyer | gen v/the boys

Jyn Erso | Star Wars | m/f

kaveh | genshin impact