zephyr
How old is this boy, ten? You blink at the question and the apparent innocence, trying to judge whether or not the kid is pulling your leg. No teenager loiters outside a gods-damned brothel without knowing what goes on inside- or at least being deeply interested based on a certain amount of maybe-not-accurate information. Probably he's already gotten his dick wet. Most kids around here have.
"'Pends on your type, I s'pose. An' your coin." Whatever the fuck is going on here, you're beginning to feel very awkward about it and to seriously regret not just walking on. Above you the girls giggle again, and one of them calls down: 'Come on, kiddo, we don't bite!'
'Unless you want us to,' another adds, throwing in a wink. You recognize that one - her father is a work acquaintance, as it were - and wave up to where she and her friends watch. More reason that you will probably never set foot inside.
Turning back to the kid, you shuffle your feet a bit. "So... your first time buyin' in a brothel, kid? Y'seem a bit young- what are ya, fifteen?"
"'Pends on your type, I s'pose. An' your coin." Whatever the fuck is going on here, you're beginning to feel very awkward about it and to seriously regret not just walking on. Above you the girls giggle again, and one of them calls down: 'Come on, kiddo, we don't bite!'
'Unless you want us to,' another adds, throwing in a wink. You recognize that one - her father is a work acquaintance, as it were - and wave up to where she and her friends watch. More reason that you will probably never set foot inside.
Turning back to the kid, you shuffle your feet a bit. "So... your first time buyin' in a brothel, kid? Y'seem a bit young- what are ya, fifteen?"
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
