Yasha woke up with a mother of a hangover and some john still naked in the bed beside him. Exactly the kind of morning he preferred. He examined the sleeping man’s face and tried to piece together whether or not he recognized him. He wrinkled his forehead, and then looked under the covers. Aha. Yes, this was the little waif of a guy he picked up at four in the morning in the hotel restroom. Looked like a big spender at the time. Well, you know what they say about all that glitters….

Yasha laid back on the bed and purred into the thin man’s ear, “Morning, sleepyhead.”

The man blinked, and yawned. He looked blearily at Yasha. Then he smiled. “Hey,” he said.

Yasha didn’t remember this man’s name, and he was sure he had never told him his own. It was alright. He could tell the guy preferred the relative safety of anonymity.

“Your clothes are on the chair,” Yasha said. The man nodded his thanks, and stepped into his trousers. “You want any coffee?” Yasha called from the kitchen.

“No, thanks,” the john said. There was a pause. “I left you a check on the nightstand. Forty thou. I’ll let myself out.”

“No problem,” Yasha said. The door clicked. Yasha put the coffee pot down and went back to the nightstand. The john hadn’t lied-- forty thousand credits. Yasha scanned them into his account. “I’m a high roller, now,” he said, and he chuckled to himself.

He went into the complementary aux room and plugged himself in. Most people didn’t like the rushed feeling being in arcAdia gave them after a boozy night, but Yasha had learned to appreciate it. It was a money feeling.

-arcAdia has detected you have a friend online. Would you like to start a conversation?-

>Sexiboi: oh boy

>Sexiboi: there is only ONE person who wakes up this early and immediately goes on line

>Sexiboi: and that is

>Sexiboi: the one

>Sexiboi: The only

>Sexiboi: NIIIIIIIIiiIIIIBS

>Sexiboi: the crowd goes WILD

>Sexiboi: comon man i know its you

>Sexiboi: Stop talkin to yr dad

>Sexiboi: or

>Sexiboi: is he your daddy

>Sexiboi: ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)

>Sexiboi: so many winks

>Sexiboi: I am a winking machine

>Sexiboi: Suggesting absolutely everything

>Sexiboi: why are you ignoring me

>Sexiboi: o shit

>Sexiboi: Are you mad about me gettin you drunk bc that was totally just a joke

>Sexiboi: fuck I just remembered I did that

>Sexiboi: welp

>Sexiboi: haha that was pretty funny though you gotta admit

>Sexiboi: like eventually you were just spacing out and this cheap bitch tried to give you a lap dance and you were just like

>Sexiboi: oAo’

>Sexiboi: like that and I had to tell her to fuck off

>Sexiboi: I shoulda took a video tho we couldve laughed about it now

>Sexiboi: yknow what

>Sexiboi: Screw you

>Sexiboi: if yr not gonna answer

>Sexiboi: bitch bye

> T00str: People died.

>Sexiboi: Oh their you are

>Sexiboi: what do you mean?

> T00str: There was a revolt. I was out so I couldn’t do anything.

>Sexiboi: out as in

>Sexiboi: Oh

>Sexiboi: fuck uh sorry

>Sexiboi: oops???

>Sexiboi: I honestly dont know what you expect me to say to that.

> T00str: Im not even supposed to be talking to you.

>Sexiboi: cause Im such a bad influence

>Sexiboi: right

> T00str: I mean

> T00str: yeah

>Sexiboi: i don’t know how youre saying this is my fault

>Sexiboi: i dont have anything to do with your job

>Sexiboi: if you were gonna be so serious about it you shouldnt have drunk anything in the first place

>Sexiboi: see i dont say this to just anyone but you can be fucking infuriating because you refuse to take the blame for anything

>Sexiboi: Your always saying its my bad influence not just the fact that maybe your not the pinnacle of morality you set yourself up to be

>Sexiboi: yeah like ive done practically every kind of “”””””disgusting”””””” act your perverted little mind can think up but youre over here with people dead at your feet bending over backwards to make it my fault

>Sexiboi: Fuck off with that shit

>Sexiboi: Im done

-You have left the conversation.-

Yasha tore the cord from the back of his head and realized he was crying. He smeared leftover makeup across his face. He stood up.

“Well. Shower first, emotions later,” he said to himself.

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As Jenx made his way to his next location a large white limousine pulled up beside him. He looked to it confused as the window slowly rolled down revealing a pair of bright green eyes. Jenx loudly swore under his breath. The door suddenly popped open.

“Get in,” prince Florzel said sharply, crossing his arms. Jenx stared at him a beat, his mouth hanging open in disbelief

“You can’t be serious.” Florzel sneered at him.

“Listen my dear, does it look like I’m joking around? Trust me I don’t want to be doing this either.” Jenx continued to stare at him.

“Do what?”

“Babysit you. Now get in.” Jenx shook his head now, taking a few steps back.

“Why would you be babysitting me? Listen, I have work.” he forced a grin. “You wouldn’t want to have employees of your kingdom who slack off would you-”

“I’ve already had any other jobs you had planned for the day canceled. Rifter told me to make sure you were supervised today, he said you knew too much after the night you two spent together and he needs to make sure you won’t talk.” Jenx wrinkled his nose wishing Florzel hadn’t worded it that way.

“Why would the crown prince be involved in something as trivial as making sure I don’t blab?” Florzel glared at him.

“We can’t let anyone else get involved in this mess. Now get in.”

“I don’t want to.”

“What are you, eight? This is a royal order Jenx. You can’t disobey it.”

“How do I know you won’t just kill me…” Jenx asked slowly. Florzel shrugged.

“We can bring someone with a tracker. All the employees of the pleasure district have them incase they run away or their clients tastes end up being a little...morbid. That means if the person we bring along goes missing they’ll be able to track who checked them out and it will lead straight to me. I may be the prince but if word got out I was involved in the death of a Gwami my reputation would be ruined, something you know I would never risk. That’s your insurance and it’s as much as I’m offering.” It could still totally be a trap, Florzel could be lying through his teeth. Well, it was at least something, and Jenx figured he didn’t really have any choice in the matter anyways. He would just have to take what he could get. He nodded slowly.

“Okay.” He got inside and the door slid shut. Florzel had a crystal wine glass in one hand, the blue liquid inside swirled around in the glass as if it was a little whirlpool. Jenx looked to him now.

“I think I know exactly who we could bring...and he’s been dying to meet you.” A slight smirk tugged at the corner of Florzel’s lips.

“Ah, well I do love a fan.”

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Yasha was lounging on a velvet sofa in the commons room of the Violet house, the absolute center of the pleasure district. Seven or eight other gwami hung about. A large hunk of a man was flexing to his left and two females were braiding eachother’s hair to his right. They had dyed it silver to look like the prince’s. Strangely some of their clientele really had a thing for that, it was becoming an increasingly popular market. The commons room of the Violet house served it’s purpose well. It was pretty much a walk in for high class customers. Here they could examine the ‘goods’ before choosing to ‘check’ a pleasure district member out. It normally wasn’t this unbearable but having to work here in the afternoon when business was so slow made Yasha want to shoot his brains out. That’s when something extremely interesting did happen. Mistress Kivi stepped into the room. She was known as the queen of the pleasure district and the woman was in charge of nearly all the buildings in the area. Yasha had only actually seen her once or twice on the actual pleasure house floors before. He blinked, sitting up, as did the others. He wondered what the occasion was. Then, with a start, he realized she was making her way directly towards him. Fuck, had he done something wrong? He tried to recall the hoards of people he had slept with in the last week. His mind was racing. She approached him now.

“You are Yasha correct?” She asked. Her voice was shrill and slightly nasally. He nodded stiffly, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest.

“Yep...tis I, the one and only.” He laughed nervously.

“You’ve been specifically requested by an extremely important client.” That’s when Mistress Kivi took him by the arm and lead him out, leaving the other gwami watching him, their mouths hanging open. She took him to the large gold and diamond encrusted room off to the side of a hallway which they reserved for only the highest ranking guests. Rumor had it even the emperor himself had been in there once or twice. Kivi gave him a little nod now.

“Do not screw this up.” And with that she left. He was alone a few minutes, still slightly confused to what the hell was going on. What important caller comes in the middle of the afternoon? He adjusted his hair a bit and slipped one sleeve of the dark purple robe he wore off his shoulder. That usually drove the masses crazy. He positioned himself on the bed now, his entire body laid out as if he was on display. He only showed enough skin through the robe to tease the client to what they would be getting later. He knew how to do his job well. Finally someone walked into the room. Yasha didn’t look up. It was all about making them wait, that was the trick. He smirked slightly.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to keep a boy waiting…” that’s when he looked up and his eyes widened. “Jenx what the fuck?” He couldn’t believe what he was seeing was real. There was Jenx standing right in front of him, in the most expensive room in all of the pleasure district. He sat up, immediately dropping his seduction act. Unable to grasp what he was seeing he continued to stare.

“You know you could have just asked to sleep with me right? I would have done it, you’re my friend, I would’ve done it for free.”

“Yasha I’m not-”

“Wait, wait,” Yasha said suddenly, holding up a hand to stop him. “This is a sex dream isn’t it? Fuck! Man, this is different than it usually is.”

“Than it...usually is?”

“Yeah, usually we do it in your dingy apartment, don’t ask me why, I don’t control it. Once we fucked in your aux chair.”

“Yasha, this ISN’T a sex dream. I’m really here!” Yasha blinked.

“How the fuck is that possible? Jenx there’s no way they would bring you to this room-”

“I’m not the one that checked you out.”

“It was me,” a voice said. And then prince Florzel walked into the room. If Yasha hadn’t had a lifetime of learning (due to the nature of his work) to retain and suppress extreme emotions like sadness, anger and excitement, then he probably would have fainted then and there. There was prince Florzel in the fucking flesh. He looked almost exactly like the pictures. Yasha had imagined that face plenty of times to replace the ones of especially ugly clients. He immediately resumed his seductive position and he could see Jenx roll his eyes from behind his goggles.

“My, your majesty, I didn’t expect to see you in a place like this, I hope all the goods here are...to your liking.” The prince smirked slightly, taking a step forward. He took Yasha’s hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to his palm.

“Oh I assure you...they are.”

“Enough!” Jenx shouted from the side. “Stop flirting, both of you! Neither of you are having sex, that’s not what we’re here for.” Florzel nodded slowly.

“I’m afraid he’s right. Jenx is a friend of mine and I decided it would be fun for us to spend the day together,” he turned to Jenx giving him a little nudge. “Right?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jenx muttered. Yasha’s eyes widened.

“You’re friends with the prince and you never thought to tell me?!?!” Florzel shook his head.

“You must excuse him, I asked him not to tell anyone, I didn’t want word getting around I had been spending time in the lower districts, I’m sure you can understand.” Yasha nodded, making sure to flutter his eyes lashes a few more times than usual. “Anyways, I suggested that he bring a friend along today and he mentioned you.”

“Soooo” Yasha cooed, “what do you want to do your highness?” Jenx rolled his eyes again. Florzel simply grinned,

“I was thinking maybe we could do some shopping.”