when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
Honestly, it all sounds too good to be true, and Finn finds his cup poised halfway to his lips as he tries to wrap his head around everything. "That is... I mean to say, it's a wonder that you have any openings at all," he remarks. With all that the Halenani can and does do for its workers, any respectable whore would be a fool to leave. He tries to quiet the strange dissonance that builds within him, instead straightening up and letting out a deep sigh that's punctuated with almost relieved laughter.
"That all sounds very agreeable," he murmurs, readjusting his social mask to more befit that of the man he has become within the brothel. Finishing his tea, he also sets his cup down and inclines his head to his new madame with a boyish smile. "I am yours to command." He gestures as if to say that she can lead the way to show him around.
"That all sounds very agreeable," he murmurs, readjusting his social mask to more befit that of the man he has become within the brothel. Finishing his tea, he also sets his cup down and inclines his head to his new madame with a boyish smile. "I am yours to command." He gestures as if to say that she can lead the way to show him around.
Finn?
