What lies in the past(atual de verdade)

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Welcome to what lies in the past! This game is a WIP, but I hope you enjoy it! ♥♥♥ <<set $profile to 1>> <div class="choice">[[Continue|prologueimg][$abuse to 10]]</div> <<set $liah_approval to 9>><<set $cesar_approval to 9>><<set $tiana_approval to 9>><<set $bruno_approval to 9>><<set $jean_approval to 9>> <<set $profile to 0>><<set $liahtalk to 1>><<set $Cesartalk to 1>><<set $tianatalk to 1>><<set $brunotalk to 1>><<set $jeantalk to 1>><<set $parents to 1>><<set $brother to 1>><<set $tris to 1>><<set $ophelia to 1>><<set $talk to 0>><<set $liah_love to 0>><<set $cesar_love to 0>><<set $tiana_love to 0>><<set $bruno_love to 0>><<set $jean_love to 0>>

❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈ !!!!Liah !!!!General relationship: <<if $liah_approval >=100>> You love each other. <<elseif $liah_approval >=80 && $liah_approval <=90>> You two are like family. <<elseif $liah_approval >=60 && $liah_approval <=79>> You two are friends. <<elseif $liah_approval >=40 && $liah_approval <=59>> You're getting warmer with each other. <<elseif $liah_approval >=20 && $liah_approval <=39>> You have a neutral relationship. <<elseif $liah_approval >=10 && $liah_approval <=19>> She dosen't know you very well. <<elseif $liah_approval >=0 && $liah_approval<=9>> You don't know each other.<</if>> !!!!Romance: <<if $liah_love ==0>>You don't have any romantic thoughts with her.<</if>> !!!!César !!!!General relationship: <<if $cesar_approval >=100>> You love each other. <<elseif $cesar_approval >=80 && $cesar_approval <=90>> You two are like family. <<elseif $cesar_approval >=60 && $cesar_approval <=79>> You two are friends. <<elseif $cesar_approval >=40 && $cesar_approval <=59>> You're getting warmer with each other. <<elseif $cesar_approval >=20 && $cesar_approval <=39>> You have a neutral relationship. <<elseif $cesar_approval >=10 && $cesar_approval <=19>> He dosen't know you very well. <<elseif $cesar_approval >=0 && $cesar_approval <=9>> You don't know each other.<</if>> !!!!Romance: <<if $cesar_love ==0>>You don't have any romantic thoughts with him.<</if>> !!!!Tiana !!!!General relationship: <<if $tiana_approval >=100>> You love each other. <<elseif $tiana_approval >=80 && $tiana_approval <=90>> You two are like family. <<elseif $tiana_approval >=60 && $tiana_approval <=79>> You two are friends. <<elseif $tiana_approval >=40 && $tiana_approval <=59>> You're getting warmer with each other. <<elseif $tiana_approval >=20 && $tiana_approval <=39>> You have a neutral relationship. <<elseif $tiana_approval >=10 && $tiana_approval <=19>> She dosen't know you very well. <<elseif $tiana_approval >=0 && $tiana_approval <=9>> You don't know each other.<</if>> !!!!Romance: <<if $tiana_love ==0>>You don't have any romantic thoughts with her.<</if>> !!!!Bruno !!!!General relationship: <<if $bruno_approval >=100>> You love each other.<<elseif $bruno_approval >=80 && $bruno_approval <=90>> You two are like family.<<elseif $bruno_approval >=60 && $bruno_approval <=79>> You two are friends.<<elseif $bruno_approval >=40 && $bruno_approval <=59>> You're getting warmer with each other.<<elseif $bruno_approval >=20 && $bruno_approval <=39>> You have a neutral relationship.<<elseif $bruno_approval >=10 && $bruno_approval <=19>> He don't know you very well.<<elseif $bruno_approval >=0 && $bruno_approval <=9>> ...<</if>> !!!!Romance: <<if $bruno_love ==0>>You don't have any romantic thoughts with him.<</if>><<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love <=10>> You 're very affectionated with each other.<</if>> !!!!Jean !!!!General relationship: <<if $jean_approval >=100>> You love each other. <<elseif $jean_approval >=80 && $jean_approval <=90>> You two are like family. <<elseif $jean_approval >=60 && $jean_approval <=79>> You two are friends. <<elseif $jean_approval >=40 && $jean_approval <=59>>You're getting warmer with each other. <<elseif $jean_approval >=20 && $jean_approval <=39>> You have a neutral relationship. <<elseif $jean_approval >=10 && $jean_approval <=19>> $jeanthey dosen't know you very well. <<elseif $jean_approval >=0 && $jean_approval <=9>> You don't know each other.<</if>> !!!!Romance: <<if $jean_love >=0 && $jean_love <=9>>You don't have any romantic thoughts with them.<</if>> ❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈

<<if settings.achievements>><<link "Relationships">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Relationships"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Relationships").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><</if>> <<link "Profile">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Profile"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Profile").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <<link "Credits">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈ ❈ <<if $profile >=0 && $profile <=1>> Who are you? ❈ <<elseif $profile >=10 && $profile<=20>> Your name is $name. ❈ You're a $person and use $they/$them ❈ you have a $hair $hairlenght. ❈ You have a beautiful tone of $skin skin. ❈ Your $iris eyes are as bright as your mother's. <<elseif $profile >=21 && $profile<=30>> Your name is $name $surname. ❈ You're a $person and use $they/$them ❈ you have a $hair $hairlenght. ❈ You have a beautiful tone of $skin skin. ❈ Your $iris eyes are as bright as your mother's. <</if>> ❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈❈

Maluarty

What lies in the past

An interactive story

<<widget "are">><<switch $plural>><<case true>>are<<case false>>is<</switch>><</widget>> <<widget "were">><<switch $plural>><<case true>>were<<case false>>was<</switch>><</widget>> <<widget "s">><<switch $plural>><<case true>><<case false>>s<</switch>><</widget>>

<a href="https://www.motoslave.net/sugarcube/2/docs/">Sugarcube 2 Documentation</a> <a href="https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2">Chapel - custom macros collection</a> <a href="https://github.com/cyrusfirheir/cycy-wrote-custom-macros">Cycy's custom macros</a> <a href="https://unsplash.com/">Unsplash</a> for sidebar images (<a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/4CpyhNQ-LdU">light mode</a> and <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/1L71sPT5XKc">dark mode</a>)

<h3>StoryInterface</h3> The StoryInterface special passage, used by creating a special passage titled StoryInterface, allows you to override the default UI layout of Sugarcube. At its most basic, it consists of a div with the id "passages" that displays the data from your passages on the screen, as shown in example 1. You can add more complex layouts by adding more elements to this passage, such as menu bars, splash screens, headers and footers, as shown in example 2. Defining these divs is as simple as adding the necessary HTML to the StoryInterface passage; however, note that if a div is assigned a "data-passage" property, you should not add content to it within the StoryInterface passage. This property assigns a passage to that div. In example 2, the div with the id "ui-bar" has the data-passage property "UIBar", meaning it pulls its content data from a passage with the same name. These designations are case-sensitive. If you're just starting out with Twine/Sugarcube, it's a good idea to familiarize yourself with the language and the UI before working with StoryInterface. ''Example 1'' {{{<div id="passages"></div>}}} ''Example 2'' {{{<div id="ui-bar" data-passage="UIBar"></div>}}} {{{<div id="passages"></div>}}} {{{<div id="footer" data-passage="Footer"></div>}}} This will create a layout with three basic elements: the UI bar, the passage, and the footer. Content for the UI bar is found in the UIBar passage; likewise with the Footer passage & div. <h3>Accessing the UI functions</h3> Using StoryInterface by nature removes the built-in UI bar and the links contained within (Saves, Settings, Restart etc); these can all be replaced using their relevant APIs. The most common & useful of these are listed below. These commands can be placed inside links or buttons. {{{UI.saves() - opens the save UI}}} {{{UI.settings() - opens the settings UI}}} {{{UI.restart() - restarts the game}}} {{{Engine.backward()/Engine.forward() - undoes the previous action and returns the player to the previous passage/moves the player forward one action}}} Similarly to the above, you can use {{{<<back>>}}} to create a button that automatically undoes the last action, or {{{<<return>>}}} to return to the previous passage without undoing any variable changes made. <h3>Dialog functions</h3> You can set up dialog options to pop up upon clicking a link or button, which allows you to share information with the player without adding a new passage to the player's history or changing the state of the game. In order to do this, you need to set up the Dialog box, tell it what passage contains the content you want to display, and optionally, add a title. {{{Dialog.setup("Dialog Box Title");}}} {{{Dialog.wiki(Story.get("PassageName").processText());}}} {{{Dialog.open();}}} Any of these commands can be used in the default layout as well as StoryInterface - if you want extra save buttons, back buttons etc. <<back "Return">> <<link "Settings">><<script>>UI.settings();<</script>><</link>> <<button "Saves">><<script>>UI.saves();<</script>><</button>>

Make your character: <<listbox"$gender">><<option "woman">><<option "man">><<option "non binary">><</listbox>> <<listbox"$hairslenght">><<option "short">><<option "chin-lenght">><<option "shoulder-lenght">><<option "long">><</listbox>> <<listbox"$hairstexture">><<option "straight">><<option "wavy">><<option "curly">><<option "coily">><<option "kinky">><</listbox>> <<listbox"$hair">><<option "brown">><<option "light brown">><<option "dark brown">><<option "chestnut">><<option"ash blonde">><<option"dark blonde">><<option"golden blonde">><<option"ginger">><<option"copper">><<option"black">><</listbox>> hair. <<listbox "$skin">><<option "pale">><<option "fair">><<option "sun-kissed">><<option "siena">><<option "tan">><<option "golden brown">><<option "dark brown">><<option "umber">><</listbox>> skin. <<listbox "$iris">><<option "gray">><<option "blue">><<option "bluish geen">><<option "green">><<option "violet">><<option "brown">><<option "hazel">><<option "mismatched">><</listbox>> <div class="choice">[[Continue|2.1][$abuse to 10]]</div> <<if $gender is "woman" set $person to "woman", $they to "she", $them to "her", $their to "her", $theirs to "hers", $child to "girl",$beauty to "pretty",$kid to "daughter",$hono to "ms",$tittle to "lady" <<elseif $gender is "man" set $person to "man", $they to "he", $them to "him", $their to "his", $theirs to "his", $child to "boy",$beauty to "handsome",$kid to "son",$hono to "mr",$tittle to "lord" <<elseif $gender is "non binary"set $person to "person", $they to "they", $them to "them", $their to "their",$theirs to "theirs",$child to "child",$beauty to "beautiful",$kid to "kid",$hono to "mx", $tittle to "liege", $plural to true<</if>>

What's you name? ()[[feminine names options]] ()[[masculine name options]] ()[[genderless name options]] Set your own name: <<textbox "$name" "">>[[5]]

"Good morning $name." You brother leaves his room, but you know he probably haven't sleept yet. Your older brother's skin matches yours in it's $skin colour but not in its vibrancy or softness. His skin looks rough and the dark circles that darken his brown eyes become more noticeable every passing year. He's tall but his hunched posture doesn't allow him to reach his true height. It hurts to see your brother so skinny and miserable. Your mother's death has affected him deeply and things have only got worse with the job you've taken on. "Hi Dimas." You speak to him, offering a small smile that he returns, but his eyes attentively leave yours and find the basket. He frowns, when he walks closer, gazing the basket in the table."What's this?" He makes a vague movement towards it. And before you can even think in what to say, he keeps talking."It wasn't Bruno, was it?" He holds the bridge of his nose, "I've already told him to stop giving us supplies. His parents will scold him for it, I've already told him but he really is a hard nut to crack, isn't him?." Bruno Vanverd, your brother's best friend. Since you were born, Bruno has been in your life, playing with you, looking after you. Bruno is the Vanverd's son, a bourgeois family that seems to be rising through the hierarchy without much difficulty, becoming one of the most influential families in the city. Even though his family has become too good for here, Bruno has always stayed around, looking after their family's warehouses, and he's even planning to set up his own shop here. Bruno is like family to you, helping you through the worst of times and always being there for you in happy times. [[❈ And the feeling is mutual][$profile to +11]] [[❈ You wish you could have been more 🎔][$profile to +11]] [[❈ You don't have much closeness to him][$profile to +11]]

The long silk sheets do the job of covering your naked body as the sky begins to lose its dark expanse, slowly making room for the bright sun that begins to change the scenery from the window, invading the darkness with its intrusive glow. Your ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$iris" autoselect>>\ <<option "black">> <<option "amber">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "brown">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "gray">> <<option "blue">> <<option "greenish blue">> <<option "green">> <<option "mismached">> <</cycle>></span> eyes gradually open, being bathed by the dim light that passes through the window, making you squint. You turn to your back while observing the perfectly white ceiling that stretches across the four corners of the room. This room...You breathe heavily. This was your first day, your first day on this...job. You run your hand over your forehead, your fingers touching your ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$skin" autoselect>>\ <<option "umber">> <<option "golden brown">> <<option "tan">> <<option "olive">> <<option "sienna">> <<option "ivory">> <<option "pale">> <</cycle>></span> skin, that appears odd and dull when you touch it , as if it belongs to someone else. As if it is a cheap leather that has been used to the point of crumbling with even a slight touch. A movement in the bed disturbs your thoughts. Your first client is slowly waking up, moving the blankets that covers them from the tips of their toes to their flame-coloured hair. You watch as they squirm slightly under the covers. You can't deny that you're impressed by the fact that they've paid for your whole night -You were very lucky on your first day, weren't you? Thanks to this, you could sleep after your job was done. They quickly lower the blanket, uncovering their masked tired face, revealing the... [[❈ woman you sletp with|1a][$jeanperson to "woman", $jeanthey to "she", $jeanthem to "her", $jeantheyre to "she's", $jeantheir to "her", $jeantheirs to "hers", $jeanchild to "girl",$jeanbeauty to "pretty",$jeankid to "daughter",$jeanhono to "ms",$jeantittle to "lady",$jeangentle to "gentlewoman"]] [[❈ man you slept with|1a][$jeanperson to "man", $jeanthey to "he", $jeanthem to "him", $jeantheir to "his", $jeantheyre to "he's", $jeantheirs to "his", $jeanchild to "boy",$jeanbeauty to "handsome",$jeankid to "son",$jeanhono to "mr",$jeantittle to "lord",$jeangentle to "gentleman"]]

You start to get ready, putting on your clothes. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> seems to finish without a problem, while you have trouble adjusting the lace from your robe. Seeing your struggles, $jeanthey approaches you and starts to help you dress. The moment that $jeanthey come closer to you, you realise how tall $jeanthey really is. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> must be almost 1.80 metres tall, ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$heightcomp" autoselect>>\ <<option "being much taller than you(1,50-1,65 metres)">> <<option "being a little taller than you(1,65-1,75 metres)">> <<option "being close to your height(1,75-1,85 metres)">> <<option "but you're taller than $jeanthem(1,85-1,95 metres)">> <</cycle>></span>, and when $jeanthey finishes the bow, $jeantheir hands take yours making you turn to face $jeanthem. "Wait to see more of me here, gorgeous." After $jeanthey whispers this words next to your ear , $jeanthey turns away from you and walks towards the door, leaving the room. Letting the door wide for you to leave. Taking a deep breath, you stroll towards the open door. More than ready to leave this room. You close the door and begin to walk through the ice white corridors of the establishment that was merciful enough to hire you. The Heaven's Gate, a name that is quite controversial for the things that happen here. As you head towards the changing rooms you see customers leaving, several diferent masks moving around. And in the middle of the crowd you see three familiar figures, a person with wavy blonde hair that shines in the warm light of the room, a man with his long black hair tied up in a slightly messy braid, and none other than Madame Cecil, your boss. As if sensing your eyes on them, they turn to you and give you a little matched wave, that you retribute in the same manner. Madame talk something with the others, who only nod politely and depart to the changing room, leaving you alone with Madame Cecil. "My darling! How was your first day?" She queries, her voice as sweet as the breeze of the flowers that scents her skin, a voice that does justice to her own persona. Madame Cecil owns the brothel together with her husband. She's probably three decades older than you but looks nothing more than in her late twenties. Her brown coily hair is styled in a low bun, tied back with several gold flower clips with greenish stones. Her dress is rich in different colours of green and blue, which stand out against her dark skin. She is the kindness in person, in contrast to her husband. People tend to say that he's cold and rude to most people, but maybe you were lucky enough to meet him in a good day, because he wasn't a complete bastard when he talked to you, just strangely silent and judgemental. Madame on the other side was very talkative and offered you this job with no hesitation. It may not be a job you can be proud of, but you needed it. God knows how much you needed it and you have a lot to thank her for. You offer her a kind smile, "It was great, Madam." Her white smile becomes wider and she gently takes your hands in hers."That's marvellous to hear, my dear! I heard about your first client! How lucky you were to find such a $jeangentle on your first night!" You smile, noticing a diferent tone in her voice, "It was really lucky of me... you wouldn't have anything to do with it, would you, Madam?" She looks at you, confidence shining in her big brown eyes. <div class="Next">[[Next|3]]</div> <<if $gender is "woman">><<set $person to "woman", $they to "she", $them to "her", $their to "her", $theirs to "hers", $child to "girl",$beauty to "pretty",$kid to "daughter",$hono to "ms",$tittle to "lady",$sibbling to "sister",$oldsibbling to "sister",$parent to "mom",$oldkid to "daughter",$parent1 to "mommy",$parent2 to "ma",$parent3 to "mother", $mariage to "wife">> <<elseif $gender is "(trans) woman">><<set $person to "woman", $they to "she", $them to "her", $their to "her", $theirs to "hers", $child to "girl",$beauty to "pretty",$kid to "daughter",$hono to "ms",$tittle to "lady",$sibbling to "sister",$oldsibbling to "brother",$parent to "mom",$oldkid to "son",$parent1 to "mommy",$parent2 to "ma",$parent3 to "mother", $mariage to "wife">> <<elseif $gender is "(trans) man">><<set $person to "man", $they to "he", $them to "him", $their to "his", $theirs to "his", $child to "boy",$beauty to "handsome",$kid to "son",$oldkid to "daughter",$hono to "mr",$tittle to "lord",$sibbling to "brother",$oldsibbling to "sister",$parent to "dad",$parent1 to "daddy",$parent2 to "da",$parent3 to "father", $mariage to "husband">> <<elseif $gender is "man">><<set $person to "man", $they to "he", $them to "him", $their to "his", $theirs to "his", $child to "boy",$beauty to "handsome",$kid to "son",$oldkid to "son",$hono to "mr",$tittle to "lord",$sibbling to "brother",$oldsibbling to "brother",$parent to "dad",$parent1 to "daddy",$parent2 to "da",$parent3 to "father", $mariage to "husband">> <<elseif $gender is "person">><<set $person to "person", $they to "they", $them to "them", $their to "their",$theirs to "theirs",$child to "child",$beauty to "beautiful",$kid to "kid",$oldkid to "kid",$hono to "mx", $tittle to "liege",$sibbling to "sibbling",$oldsibbling to "sibbling" ,$parent to "parent",$parent1 to "zaza",$parent2 to "ren",$parent3 to "renny", $mariage to "partner", $plural to true>> <</if>> <<if $touchhair is "bald head">><<set $hair to "bald head">> <<elseif $touchhair is "short">><<set $hair to "hair">> <<elseif $touchhair is "chin-lenght">><<set $hair to "hair">> <</if>>

<<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> groans softly before turning to you. <<print $jeantheyre.toUpperFirst()>> still looking pretty tired, you don't know if it was you who did a good job or if it was the several shots of vodka that $jeanthey drank like it was no tomorrow. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> continue to slowly blink, washing over the tiredness of $jeantheir body, while lazilly looking at you. <<print $jeantheir.toUpperFirst()>> black bat mask makes you wonder if $jeantheir choice of animal was something personal to $jeantheir own personality and taste or if $jeanthey just took one randomly. Reflecting on their mask makes you think about your own ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$mask" autoselect>>\ <<option "feline">> <<option "bird">> <<option "canine">> <<option "plain">> <</cycle>></span> mask that was assigned to you as well as a pseudonym. Madame Cecil said that they suited you very well. You don't quite know what to think of it, but again your thoughts are interrupted, this time by a hand lightly touching your ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$hair" autoselect>>\ <<option "black">> <<option "light brown">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "chestnut">> <<option "dark blonde">> <<option "golden blonde">> <<option "ash blonde">> <<option "copper">> <<option "ginger">> <</cycle>></span>, ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$hairlenght" autoselect>>\ <<option "hip-lenght hair">> <<option "shoulder-lenght hair">> <<option "chin-lenght hair">> <<option "short hair">> <<option "very short hair">> <<option "buzzcut">> <</cycle>></span>. "What are you thinking about, gorgeous?" You look at $jeantheir long fingers that slowly drop down to tenderly caress your $skin skin while $jeanthey creeps closer, $jeantheir eyes meeting yours. Simple eyes that seem to change colour according to the incidence of light, at times brown like the wet earth of the hills, and at others, like honey glistening through the mask holes. Giving them a better look, $jeanthey seem more mature than you, probably a few years older. <<print $jeantheir.toUpperFirst()>> red hair is a mess of soft curls and $jeantheir skin is soft and weirdly good to feel on your own skin. You look to where $jeantheir hand touches you, pale long fingers caressing your hand, embrancing it with a overhelming heat. "It's nothing." You smile politely at $jeanthem, while you sit up to look at the clock on the dresser and $jeanthey follows your gaze to the same noisy, wooden clock. "Our time is almost up, isn't it?" You give $jeanthem a short nod and $jeanthey laughs lightly. "You're still tired, aren't you?" You give a thin smile to $jeanthem,"I'am and I bet you're too." <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> is right, your body is aching for you to get home and your mind is throbbing for a good cup of your brother's good old coffee."Yeah..."<<print $jeantheir.toUpperFirst()>> smile matching your tired one but $jeantheir voice is low and conceals a hint of bitterness in it. However, before you can perceive anything else, $jeanthey slowly moves closer to you and unhurriedly draws $jeantheir lips to yours. You let out a surprised gasp as your lips connect, but the surprise soon subsides and you return the kiss, deepening it as you move closer to $jeanthem, putting your tired body over $jeantheir. You press $jeanthem to the head of the bed, while your fingers gently touches your client's neck while $jeantheir hands move down to grab your hips, gently giving it a squeeze. The two of you continue kissing, and you feel your client's urge to hold on to you growing faster and faster, craving for you take control of the situation once more. <<print $jeantheir.toUpperFirst()>> hands hungrily grab your body while yours leave $jeantheir soft one, reaching for the clothes on the nightstand. And before the situation can develop into something more...carnal, you end the kiss by placing the clothing on your client's bare chest, standing up from the bed and letting the covers slide freely from your body as you walk to get your own outfit. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> giggles while holding $jeantheir clothes. "What a wonderfull ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$gender" autoselect>>\ <<option "woman">> <<option "(trans) woman">> <<option "man">> <<option "(trans) man">> <<option "person">> <</cycle>></span>" <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> says quietly, shaking $jeantheir head, as $jeanthey leaves the bed, adjusting $jeantheir pieces of clothing to dress up. <div class="Next">[[Next|2]]</div>

She makes a long "huum" and starts walking towards the changing room beckoning you to follow her. "My dear, I may have had something to do with it. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't feel bad if I didn't make your first day easier, angel." She turns to you fully, "You're very young, it would be cruel to leave you to your own fate on your first day." She looks genuinely worried about you. "Madame, I appreciate your concern, but I can't ask you to keep worrying about me. You have a lot of clients and people to worry about already." She shakes her head, dismissing your words as she gently removes your mask from your face when you reach the changing room door. She handles you the piece of uniform and frowns slightly at you. "My dear, this lady here has her tricks, don't worry." She winks at you, handing you her mask. "Your situation was perfect, a new employee for a new client." She smiles, pulling away from you."I was sure everything would work out perfectly with you. And like always, I was right, my dear!" She blows you a kiss and walks towards the main hall again. You frown, looking at her silhouette disappearing down the long corridor, then at the mask in your hands. 'She has a lot of confidence in you,' you think, 'at least someone does.' You quickly enter the dressing room and change your clothes, from a light, fully detailed and adorned dressing gown to your simple everyday clothes, and just like that, you're yourself again. When you finish changing and taking your personal objects, you leave the establishment through the back door. Your feet quickly find the cobblestone floor of the road and your body catches the breeze that passes through the streets. The brothel is located in the heart of the so-called streets of pleasure, a cluster of streets that aim to deliver the pinnacle of pleasure to citizens who can afford it, of course. The streets are still very much alive, people are walking in the streets, couples kiss in the dark alleys and a few cars pass by. You walk down the streets, passing in front of several bars with many customers still inside. Today is the brand early hours of a sunday dawn, everyone still has a lot to celebrate, get to know more pleasure parlours, massages, escorts and beautiful shops. You continue walking, watching the sun shyly rising over the horizon, making the sky even more coloured with roses and orange tones. You keep walking to the tram stop. Fortunately you arrived just in time for the first of the day. Getting on the tram, there are only a few people there, a strange scenario for public transport, but for this time of day it's not at all utopian. You rapidly sit at the front to avoid the stares of others who are already there. <div class="Next">[[Next|4]]</div>

The tram start to walk along the trail, after a few minutes the crowd of people start to get thinner until the scenery is replaced by drunks who have been partying all night for workers who are leaving for their jobs. Not only the people become fewer, but the houses become smaller, the streets more shabby. Rhasmir Street, that's where you live, in the poor side of town. A spot where the wealthy city no longer favours it with its riches. According to some elders, it wasn't always like this. This part of the city was on the ascent, showing its potential, families coming in numbers to live in here, to open a business and have plentiful to sustain their families. But suddenly things began to go wrong, and the place that everyone wanted to live in became no more than a grave of what it once was. People no longer want to live here, now they simply can't afford to move somewhere else, and the only businesses that manage to do well here are run by people who don't even live in the area. The sound of the tram rings out, you've reached your destination. You leave the tram, and continue to walk to your house direction. Your footsteps echo through the empty streets as you continue walking. Your feet might be aching and you feel exhausted, but the weight of your body becomes lighter when you see your house in the distance Your house is modest, but it has always felt like home, your family has always been something you could never live without. You think about your family, your parents are no longer here, you're still mourning your mother's death. She passed away only a few days ago and sometimes you swear you can still smell her chamomile tea and hear her trimming her plants, forget -me-nots, they were always her favourites, she said they reminded her of your father. About your father, you don't have much memory of him, do you? You were young when he died, but you remember that he made the best breakfasts for you. Your parents may no longer be with you, but you still have your brother. He's nine years older than you an one of the most intelligent people you've ever seen. He's a perfect combination of your parents, taking most of your dad looks and acting a lot like mum, always taking charge of the situation and and never allowing himself to be shaken by simple issues His notebook is almost his registered mark. He's always writing in it or... reading his books. Readding and writing... was something mother never had the chance to teach you nor he the time. Your brother should be destined for a good job, to be able to do whatever he wants, but life can be unfair sometimes. He has a disability that causes him to be partially paralysed in the legs, he can only move around with the help of crutches, and the pain he suffers some days is really a heartbreaking sight to see. However, he didn't always suffer from this problem, it seems to have been something that he was born with, but it only envolved in his early childhood. Unfortunately, mum has never been able to afford a better doctor for him, to really understand what he has, but the medication helps him to soothe the pain. His condition does not restrict him from many things, what complicates is the people. You bubble in complete anger when people stare at him in the street or make nasty comments. The worst is that deep down you know he blames himself for our family's problems, for mum's death and for your need to find this job. [[❈ you can't deny it, you blame him too][$brother to 0]] [[❈ you're unsure about the whole situation][$brother to 1]] [[❈ You don't blame him][$brother to 2]]

You'd like to say that you don't blame him, but... You do resent him. It's not his fault, you know, but if your family hadn't been spending money on him since you were born, maybe they would have had time for you, maybe you would have had more affective memories of your parents, maybe you could have lived better, maybe you wouldn't have needed to stay at home instead of going to school. You had to take care of things, take care of him, maybe if things were different, you wouldn't have needed this job. Hells... just shut up, stop thinking about it... Your life wouldn't change, you wouldn't change, would you? It doesn't matter now, and... you can't leave your brother, he's the only thing you have left and you love him. You need to love someone. You continue walking, getting closer to the small stone house, the faint scent of camomile overwhelms you and the blue of the flowers colours on the small garden. However, as you get closer, you notice something peculiar in front of you doorstep. You approach the entrance and a small basket, covered in a fine white embroidery makes you frown. You continue walking until you reach the front of the basket. You look around, trying to see if anyone is around, but the street is deserted. Again you turn to it, slowly bending down in curiosity until a small movement startles you. The small basket moves, or rather something moves inside the basket, rocking it slightly. You look curiously at the object once again, this time taking your hand to the fabric covering it, lifting it up and slowly revealing what was inside the basket. "A baby?!" You say not really beliving in your eyes. You expected anything but...a baby. Who would leave an infant here? You give the child a closer look, studying the little being form like it is from another world. The baby doesn't look more than a few days old and they are calmly sleeping in the basket, which looks perfectly cosy and warm. You instinctively cover the baby again and rise up, 'A baby...Why would someone leave a baby here?' You think at yourself, while ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$mania" autoselect>>\ <<option "anxiously fiddling with your hands">> <<option "anxiously fiddling with your hair">> <<option "anxiously fiddling with your clothes">> <<option "anxiously bitting your bottom lip">> <<option "anxiously shaking your leg">> <</cycle>></span>. You give the covered basket another look, and it shakes slightely again. You start to enter in a deeper dilemma. "A baby...A god damn baby...Okay." You finish your dilemma by bending down, picking up the basket and entering the house. You close the door behind you, walking a little further towards the center of the living room where an old wooden table still stands after all the meals and conversations that have taken place at it. "What I'm doing?" You question yourself as you carefully place the baby on the table, still looking at them as if they might disappear in a second. A noise makes you take your eyes off the newborn in front of you, someone calling your name: ✨[[feminine names options]] ✨[[masculine name options]] ✨[[genderless name options]] Set your own name: <<textbox "$name" "">> [[continue|5]]

You don't know how to feel, your brother means everything to you. He needs these medicines and you would do anything for him to have access to them, you're doing what you can, just like he is doing. You've started to really work now, not small jobs in the neighbourhood, helping people carry their groceries or doing small jobs, but a job with obligations. Your brother, on the other hand, has been working for a long time, taking on small contracts with companies, doing bookkeeping, things with numbers and letters that you never really understood. But even though his work was always exceptional, no company wanted to have a real a fixed employment relationship with him. Your brother may be to blame for some of your family's financial problems, but he always did everything in his capacity to not be a burden. He's the only thing you have left and you love him. You need to love someone. You continue walking, getting closer to the small stone house, the faint scent of camomile overwhelms you and the blue of the flowers colours the small garden. However, as you get closer, you notice something peculiar in front of you doorstep. You approach the entrance and a small basket, covered in a fine white embroidery makes you frown. You continue walking until you reach the front of the basket. You look around, trying to see if anyone is around, but the street is deserted. Again you turn to it, slowly bending down in curiosity until a small movement startles you. The small basket moves, or rather something moves inside the basket, rocking it slightly. You look curiously at the object once again, this time taking your hand to the fabric covering it, lifting it up and slowly revealing what was inside the basket. "A baby?!" You say not really beliving in your eyes. You expected anything but...a baby. Who would leave an infant here? You give the child a closer look, studying the little being form like it is from another world. They're covered in a small blanket, hiding most their fair skin from the world and a baby cap protects their head from the cold, only leaving a few strands of their brown thin hair visible.The baby doesn't look more than a few days old and they are calmly sleeping in the basket, which looks perfectly cosy and warm. You instinctively cover the baby again and rise up,' A baby...Why would someone leave a baby here?' You think at yourself, while ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$mania" autoselect>>\ <<option "anxiously fiddling with your hands">> <<option "anxiously fiddling with your hair">> <<option "anxiously fiddling with your clothes">> <<option "anxiously bitting your bottom lip">> <<option "anxiously shaking your leg">> <</cycle>></span>. You give the covered basket another look, and it shakes slightely again. You start to enter in a deeper dilemma."A baby...A god damn baby...Okay." You finish your dilemma by bending down, picking up the basket and entering the house. You close the door behind you, walking a little further towards the center of the living room, where an old wooden table still stands after all the meals and conversations that have taken place at it. "What I'm doing?" You question yourself as you carefully place the baby on the table, still looking at them as if they might disappear in a second. A noise makes you take your eyes off the newborn in front of you, someone calling your name: ✨[[feminine names options]] ✨[[masculine name options]] ✨[[genderless name options]] Set your own name: <<textbox "$name" "">> [[continue|5]]

You couldn't blame him, even if you tried. Your brother is everything to you, he always looked after you when your parents were working, too busy to be with you. He taught you many things, the basics to survive, but unfortunately not enough for you to live. He tried to teach you better over the last few years, but with mum getting progressively sicker and full of work, it became impossible. Sometimes you pray and beg for God to help him. To make his pain go away. So he could walk normally again as he did when he was a young child, but God, like the city itself, seems to put your needs aside. But one thing is for sure: he's the only thing you have left and you love him. You need to love someone. You continue walking, getting closer to the small stone house, the faint scent of camomile overwhelms you and the blue of the flowers colours the small garden. However, as you get closer, you notice something peculiar in front of you doorstep. You approach the entrance and a small basket, covered in a fine white embroidery makes you frown. You continue walking until you reach the front of the basket. You look around, trying to see if anyone is around, but the street is deserted. Again you turn to it, slowly bending down in curiosity until a small movement startles you. The small basket moves, or rather something moves inside the basket, rocking it slightly. You look curiously at the object once again, this time taking your hand to the fabric covering it, lifting it up and slowly revealing what was inside the basket. "A baby?!" You say not really beliving in your eyes. You expected anything but...a baby. Who would leave an infant here? You give the child a closer look, studying the little being form like it is from another world. They're coverd in a small blanket, hiding most their fair skin from the world and a baby cap protects their head from the cold, only leaving a few strands of their brown thin hair visible. They're covered in a small blanket, hinding most their fair skin from the world and a baby cap protects their head from the cold, only leaving a few strands of their brown thin hair visible. The baby doesn't look more than a few days old and they are calmly sleeping in the basket, which looks perfectly cosy and warm. You instinctively cover the baby again and rise up, 'A baby...Why would someone leave a baby here?' You think at yourself, while ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$mania" autoselect>>\ <<option "anxiously fiddling with your hands">> <<option "anxiously fiddling with your hair">> <<option "anxiously fiddling with your clothes">> <<option "anxiously bitting your bottom lip">> <<option "anxiously shaking your leg">> <</cycle>></span>. You give the covered basket another look, and it shakes slightely again. You start to enter in a deeper dilemma."A baby...A god damn baby...Okay." You finish your dilemma by bending down and picking up the basket and entering the house. You close the door behind you, walking a little further towards the center of the living room where an old wooden table still stands after all the meals and conversations that have taken place at it. "What I'm doing?" You question yourself as you carefully place the baby on the table, still looking at them as if they might disappear in a second. A noise makes you take your eyes off the newborn in front of you, someone calling your name: ✨[[feminine names options]] ✨[[masculine name options]] ✨[[genderless name options]] Set your own name: <<textbox "$name" "">> [[continue|5]]

<img src="images/prologue WLP.png"> <div class="choice">[[Continue|1][$abuse to 10]]</div>

You treat him like you treat Dimas, you're always together when possible, and you really like to talk with the big guy. So there's no way to not like Bruno, even if sometimes you two bicker or jest with one another. <<set $childhoodlove to false>> "No! He didn't left it." You answer him and he looks at you in puzzlement, silently wondering what you know about the mysterious basket. "I'll show you what's in the basket, okay?" You say. "Right?" He adds, even more confused. "Okay, don't freak out, okay?" "$name just show me, I swear I won't freak out." You sigh, turning round and gently removing the small cloth and then you can pick up the baby, avoiding waking the newborn, who remains peacefully asleep in your arms. The baby may have continued to sleep peacefully, but Dimas seemed on the edge of a heart attack as he laid eyes on the little creature in your arms. A BABY!" He practically squeals, causing the peaceful infant in your arms to stir a little in your arms. "SHHH" You mouth at him, as you give him a crooked look. "I'm sorry," He whispers, in a very low tone."but where did that baby come from?" He finishes saying, his voice a little shaky. "I don't know, it was in front of our door." You look at the baby, "There was no one around." Your brother frowns as he looks at the baby, "Who would leave a baby on our doorstep?" He shakes his head, wondering who would be crazy enough to leave their child on your doorstep. You'd be wondering that too if your mind wasn't focused on the child in your arms. Their little cheeks are red, probably from the cold weather, and they slowly yawn, bringing their gloved hands to their round, chubby face. 'So cute.' "$name!" Your brother calls out to you and you quickly take your eyes to his tense figure."<<print $sibbling.toUpperFirst()>>...You know..." He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage,"You're not considering keeping the baby, are you?" "Dimas, I," You brother frowns the moment he hears his name leaving your mouth. You sigh at his reaction, bringing your eyes back to the baby, not wanting to leave their small form."I-I know what you're going to say...but," he sighs loudly, interrupting you. "<<print $sibbling.toUpperFirst()>> please, we don't have enough to support ourselves, we can barely pay for the medicines, mum's debts...Looking after a child is difficult, we barely have enough to get by at the end of the month." His voice is heavy and he himself seems to remember the difficulties we've gone through in recent years. <div class="Next">[[Next|6][$bruno_approval+=80]]</div>

Even though the two of you are quite close, you'd like it to be something more, something more than just good friends. All the times that his cheeky smile made your heart flutter, all the times that just by hearing his voice your gloomiest days became the most joyful ones. Sometimes you find yourself thinking about him and all the things he did for you. It's ridiculous that you're in love with him, he'll probably be engaged to someone his family desires, like the majority of couples. Aand at the end of the day it's always you who goes to bed heartbroken. But you don't mind loving him, or how much it hurts, beacuse in the end of the day he's the one who conforts your thoughts and mends your broken heart. <<set $childhoodlove to true>> "No! He didn't left it." 'At least you hope so'. You answer him and he looks at you in puzzlement, silently wondering what you know about the mysterious basket. "I'll show you what's in the basket, okay?" You say. "Right?" He adds, even more confused. "Okay, don't freak out, okay?" "$name just show me, I swear I won't freak out." You sigh, turning round and gently removing the small cloth, then you can pick up the baby, avoiding waking up the newborn, who remains peacefully asleep in your arms. The baby may have continued to sleep peacefully, but Dimas seemed on the edge of a heart attack as he laid eyes on the little creature in your arms. "A BABY!" He practically squeals, causing the peaceful infant in your arms to stir a little in your arms. "SHHH" You mouth at him, as you give him a crooked look. "I'm sorry," He whispers, in a very low tone."but where did that baby come from?" He finishes saying, his voice a little shaky. "I don't know, it was in front of our door." You look at the baby, "There was no one around." Your brother frowns as he looks at the baby, "Who would leave a baby on our doorstep?" He shakes his head, wondering who would be crazy enough to leave their child on your doorstep. You'd be wondering that too if your mind wasn't focused on the child in your arms. Their little cheeks are red, probably from the cold weather, and they slowly yawn, bringing their gloved hands to their round, chubby face. 'So cute.' "$name!" Your brother calls out to you and you quickly take your eyes to his tense figure."<<print $sibbling.toUpperFirst()>>...You know..." He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage,"You're not considering keeping the baby, are you?" "Dimas, I," You brother frowns the moment he hears his name leaving your mouth. You sigh at his reaction, bringing your eyes back to the baby, not wanting to leave their small form."I-I know what you're going to say...but," he sighs loudly, interrupting you. "<<print $sibbling.toUpperFirst()>> please, we don't have enough to support ourselves, we can barely pay for the medicines, mum's debts...Looking after a child is difficult, we barely have enough to get by at the end of the month." His voice is heavy and he himself seems to remember the difficulties we've gone through in recent years. <<set $bruno_love to 2>> <div class="Next">[[Next|6][$bruno_approval+=80]]</div>

Even though he's like family and have been in your life for so long, he's always had been more of a friend to Dimas, you don't know if that bothers you or not. But he's still family. <<set $childhoodlove to false>> "No! He didn't left it." You answer him and he looks at you in puzzlement, silently wondering what you know about the mysterious basket. "I'll show you what's in the basket, okay?" You say. "Right?" He adds, even more confused. "Okay, don't freak out, okay?" "$name just show me, I swear I won't freak out." You sigh, turning round and gently removing the small cloth so that you can pick up the baby, avoiding waking the newborn, who remains peacefully asleep in your arms. The baby may have continued to sleep peacefully, but Dimas seemed on the edge of a heart attack as he laid eyes on the little creature in your arms. A BABY!" He practically squeals, causing the peaceful infant in your arms to stir a little in your arms. "SHHH" You mouth at him, as you give him a crooked look. "I'm sorry," He whispers, in a very low tone."but where did that baby come from?" He finishes saying, his voice a little shaky. "I don't know, it was in front of our door." You look at the baby, "There was no one around." Your brother frowns as he looks at the baby, "Who would leave a baby on our doorstep?" He shakes his head, wondering who would be crazy enough to leave their child on your doorstep. You'd be wondering that too if your mind wasn't focused on the child in your arms. Their little cheeks are red, probably from the cold weather, and they slowly yawn, bringing their gloved hands to their round, chubby face. 'So cute.' "$name!" Your brother calls out to you and you quickly take your eyes to his tense figure."<<print $sibbling.toUpperFirst()>>...You know..." He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage,"You're not considering keeping the baby, are you?" "Dimas, I," You brother frowns the moment he hears his name leaving your mouth. You sigh at his reaction, bringing your eyes back to the baby, not wanting to leave their small form."I-I know what you're going to say...but," he sighs loudly, interrupting you. "<<print $sibbling.toUpperFirst()>> please, we don't have enough to support ourselves, we can barely pay for the medicines, mum's debts...Looking after a child is difficult, we barely have enough to get by at the end of the month." His voice is heavy and he himself seems to remember the difficulties we've gone through in recent years. <div class="Next">[[Next|6][$bruno_approval+=80]]</div>

Dimas' words are true, only if you were out of your mind would you take them as lies. Your family has faced a lot of difficulties and continues to face them. The sensible thing would be to leave this child somewhere, in a church or in a home with someone who can better fulfil its needs, but... it seems that wisdom has failed you. For some reason you don't want to leave the care of this child to someone else. This reponsability was entrusted to you, or rather to the front door of your home in the hope that someone would appear from this flowery house and offer a shelter to the infant. Or do you simply want to believe that everything happens for a reason? You push through the nagging doubt and look up at your brother. "Dimas, I'm working now! I know it's not much yet, but it's more than we've earned even with Mum working in three places." He looks down, clearly overwhelmed by the situation, and mutters something low: "As if that's a decent job to have." You only continues to stand there, shocked by his words, and as if realizing what just left his mouth, he immediately frowns, looking back at you and realizing that you had heard what he said. "I'm sorry, I..." He shakes his head, "I didn't want you to have to work there. I... I feel terrible knowing that your working in that place." He sighs. "It's not like I'm happy about taking this job, brother." You retort. You know that your brother is just worried about you, afraid of the things that might happen to you and that you may feel obliged to work there. You might not want to work there but you need to, between starving to death or having your house taken over, you prefer this job, even knowing how undignified it may be. And you don't want to worry him, he has always been your anchor, it's time for you to try to be his too. "I think we can... we can keep the baby" he says softly. "What?" you say loudly, pretending that you didn't heard what he said. He sighs, knowing the dumb play you're pulling. "We can keep the baby." "Yeay." You celebrate quietly, aware of the sleeping baby in your arms. "But only if no one comes after them, okay?" "Absolutely." You say as you take the child back to the basket, this time noticing a small rabbit toy in it. You put the baby back to the soft blankets and take the small plush toy in your hands. A fluffy rabbit with black fur and a beautiful greenish-blue bow tie. You give the toy a kind smile as you place it next to the sleepy baby. <div class="Next">[[Next|7]]</div>

Dimas approaches you with a coy smile "So... the baby will need a name." You nod at him, looking down at the still nameless child infront of you. "Yes... Any names in mind?" You reply. "I think we have to know their gender first, don't you?" "Oh! That's right." You look at the baby, investigating their little frame, "What do you think they are?" He smiles, while looking at them, thinking. "I don't really care, to be honest. Being healthy and intelligent is already good enough for me." He smiles sideways and you smile back, "But...I'm quite sure it's a boy." He states, while raising the edge of the baby's blanket, showing a blueish wool pattern that Ironically says 'It's a boy!'. You look suprised at your brother. "A boy?" He frowns, as if concerned with your reaction, and assent with his head. A smile forms in your lips when you look at the child once more. "A boy..." Your eyes tenderly scan the infant, and you feel your brother shortening the distance between the two of you. "So I have a nephew now." He says, smiling gently in synchrony with you. "$name," You turn to him as soon as your name is spoken. You watch your brother, while his eyes don't leave the small baby. "$name...Even if I'm not completely in favour of this whole situation we're going through, this job of yours or the fact that you're very, very young to be raising a child." He lets out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood and looks at you, "I-I'm so sorr-" he stops, inhales sharply. "I...I'm not going to interfere in your decisions, I know how important they are to you and besides I'm still too young to be the annoying adult here." His words make your eyes a tad wet, and in one swift action, you embrace him in a tight hug, leaving him speechless. "Thank you." He returns the hug, "You can thank me by telling me what my nephew's name will be." He leaves your arms and you start to think of a name for the boy...your son. This word seems strange to you, so unexpected and sweet. "I think...I think I'll call him...Tristan." "Tristan? hmmm, that's a good name." He smiles. "But why?" "I don't know," you laugh. "He just looks like Tristan, I don't know!" He moves closer to the child, checking that the name really does justice to the little chubby thing that continues to sleep. "Indeed, a wonderful name." He smiles at you, "You should sleep, I'll watch the little one." He says, worried that you haven't slept properly all night. "Thanks, brother, but I think I should go out and buy him something to eat, don't you? Babies are terrifying when they're hungry." He laughs, "Yes, you were a little monster when you were hungry. I'll look after him." He finishes saying it and sits down in the chair next to the baby. "Thanks." You say, heading for the door, but before you can get far Dimas takes your hand. He opens his mouth and closes it again, getting up the courage to say something. "I... I may not agree with all your decisions, but I'm your brother and even if I'm not very useful... I'll always be here for you, okay?" You look at him, realising that his eyes are watering, wet with tears that threaten to fall. [[❈ Hug him]] [[❈ Hold his hand]] [[❈ Smile at him]]

You walk up to him and give your brother a tight hug. "Thank you so much, brother, this means a lot to me." He smiles and you walk back towards the door and out into the street. You close the door and walk down the short stairs. The flowers seem more vibrant with the sun arrival and their scent stronger. The sun bathes you in its light, warming your body and your heart. You feel something in your chest. You feel happy. The circumstances may not be the best, but you feel happy after so long. You're happy. You let out a small laugh as you walk towards one of the Vanverd shops, knowing that Bruno will be there soon. You'll do your best to keep things going. You know you can. You have to. You keep walking, more people are in the street, sellers are organising themselves for the day, birds are singing and the flowers start to bloom in the horizon. You feel determined to look after them, you'll be fine, you'll keep them well. Another night will come but you know that the sun will always rise. <div class="Next">[[Next|ep1img]]</div>

You take his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "Thank you very much, brother, this means a lot to me." He smiles and you walk back towards the door and out into the street. You close the door and walk down the short stairs. The flowers seem more vibrant with the sun arrival and their scent stronger. The sun bathes you in its light, warming your body and your heart. You feel something in your chest. You feel happy. The circumstances may not be the best, but you feel happy after so long. You're happy. You let out a small laugh as you walk towards one of the Vanverd shops, knowing that Bruno will be there soon. You'll do your best to keep things going. You know you can. You have to. You keep walking, more people are in the street, sellers are organising themselves for the day and birds are singing are singing and the flowers start to bloom in the horizon. You feel determined to look after them, you'll be fine, you'll keep them well. Another night will come but you know that the sun will always rise. <div class="Next">[[Next|ep1img]]</div>

You smile tenderly at him. "Thank you very much, brother, that means a lot to me." He smiles, and you walk back towards the door and out into the street. You close the door and walk down the short stairs. The flowers seem more vibrant with the sun arrival and their scent stronger. The sun bathes you in its light, warming your body and your heart. You feel something in your chest. You feel happy. The circumstances may not be the best, but you feel happy after so long. You're happy. You let out a small laugh as you walk towards one of the Vanverd shops, knowing that Bruno will be there soon. You'll do your best to keep things going. You know you can. You have to. You keep walking, more people are in the street, sellers are organising themselves for the day, birds are singing and the flowers start to bloom in the horizon. You feel determined to look after them, you'll be fine, you'll keep them well. Another night will come but you know that the sun will always rise. <div class="Next">[[Next|ep1img]]</div>

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!!!!Nine years later... You walk through the green valleys, your small body carrying a heavy, large bucket filled with water. The sun is rising over the horizon and the air is starting to warmup, but you're sure your cheeks are still red from the chilly weather. Your hands are starting to ache from the heavy bucket you been carrying for a while now, its weight has become more than you can carry but you can't let it slip, you can't let your mother down. You look at the figure of your mother walking beside you, carrying two buckets that seem to be twice as big as yours, and yet she walks elegantly as if they weighed nothing. You wish you were strong like mum, maybe you could help her more with the chores if you were stronger. You adjust your grip on the bucket and hasten your pace, attempting to catch up with mom's pace, to show to her that you can endure easily this simple task. Her eyes turn to you and a shy smile forms on her lips."Someone woke up with motivation today."She giggles. "Always!" You state with determination to her, even though your breathing has been a touch wheezy for a while now...To be honest, you're starting to feel a bit faint because of the effort you've been doing since you descended the hill. Your mum frowns as she takes a closer look at you."Ow, ow! As much as I like you enthusiasm, I think we should take a break sweetheart." She says, stopping in the track and putting her buckets on the fresh green grass, beckoning you to do the same. You let out a loud sigh just as she finishes saying the word "breakt", almost tumbling to the floor in the process of putting the bucket down. "Be careful, my love." She gives you a gentle scolding, as she sits down gracefully on the floor. "I'm sorry." You whispers, noticing that some of the water has spilled over when you placed the bucket down.'You have to be more responsible.' <div class="Next">[[Next|10]]</div>

Both of you stay there for a while and you realize just how tired you got after you walked down the streets. You are breathing heavily and your feet aching from the long walk, feeling the work of the day that had just began. Your hands are freezing and slightly reddened, with small calluses are forming on your fingers. You put them together, trying to hide them from mum. But hiding how much they hurt with a fake façade doesn't seem to have worked with her, since she furrows her brows when she gets a sight of you. She surveys you for a few seconds, then gently takes your hand, opening your small palms in hers. Her fingers are warm and you can feel your young calluses touching her old ones. She silently massages your hands, taking her time with each one, while a faint smile decorates her features. You sigh in relief, feeling the pain in your hands slowly disappearing like magic. When she's finished, she brings your hands to her lips and kisses them. You giggle, feeling her bare lips tickle your knuckles."Stop it, mom!" Your plead only causes her to chuckle and bring you onto her lap in a strong hug, showering your face with kisses. "Nooo!" You laugh, trying to break free from your mother's long arms. She cackled with laughter along with you, "OK! OK, I'll let you go... For now," she kisses you one last time on your chubby cheeks and leaves you for the to time being. For a few minutes you just stay there, sitted in the ground. You recovering from your mother's grip, while she only stays at your side, in a confortable silence. You gaze at her, finding her with a calm expression on her face as she peacefully admires the sky. Her $iris bright eyes are as serene as the passing clouds and her short $hair strands moves ever so slightly with the passing breeze. After a few minutes of conteplation she looks at you again, "I think we should go back. I don't want us to be late for your father's old good coffee." She smiles and ruffles your hair. Both of you stand up from the ground and pick up your respective buckets, carrying on your way back home. Some people greet you as they head towards the well, ready to get some water to start their day. "See $oldkid! Getting up early was worth it, we didn't have to wait in any queue." Your mum says, with her sing-song voice, and you give her a nod. Mum's right, it really was better to get up a bit earlier to avoid the queue. <div class="Next">[[Next|11]]</div>

After a long walk home, far too long for your already tired legs, you finally arrive at your home. The image of your house brings you relief. Its stone walls have some broken parts where flowers fill the gaps. Blue flowers sprout in front of your house, forming a large fluffy bed that covers the ground and a small corridor leads to the back of the house, in there there's a garden where you and your brother are growing some legumes and vegetables that have recently started to sprout, you can't wait to harvest them with your brother. You just have to keep watering them like dad said. Your mother taps her feet in front of you and you do the same, brushing the sand off your shoes before entering at home. With a little nudge she manages to open the door and you step inside. At the moment that you enter the house, you are automatically greeted by the smell of your father's delicious cooking. "Ha! You're just in time!" You hear your father's deep voice as he puts some utensils and a fresh baken loaf of bread on the table. "Hi mom! Hi lil' $oldsibbling." Your brother greets you from where he is sitting at the table. And just llike most of the time, he has his black notebook and pencil in hands. You're always amazed at how clever your brother is! One day you want to be as clever as him. You and mom take the buckets to where you can pour the water for the day-to-day activities. Your father whips his apron, brushing the flour dust from his clothes and opens his arms to you for a hug. Seeing his action quickly run ito his arms, that pick you up, lifting you off the ground."You're getting so tall, huh!" He states, as he gives you a warm kiss on the forehead."and helping mom this way will make you very strong."He hugs you tightly, "Soon you'll be the one carrying me." He lets out a belly laugh, and you giggle at the silly thought of carrying him He puts you to the ground and you turn your head, seeing your brother. He's in his usual spot. You leave your father and run to sit next to your him, who welcomes you with a sweet smile, quickly showing you a cute doodle of a cat next to a bunch of words and numbers in his notebook. After you move away from your dad, mother walks towards him, bringing her hands to his face and pulling him in for a kiss. You and your brother look away, making a disgusted expression to each other. "Good morning, love," Your father says in a sweet whisper as he bends down to look your mother in the eye. "Good morning, my love." She replies, and leaves him to get the rest of the cups and join you at the table. You look at them both, while you look more like your mum, your brother looks more like your father. Your father is tall and shares the same skin tone as you and your brother. His brown hair has a few gray strands and is always kept short, and away from his brown eyes. His clothes, which are always very loose, bring a sense of simplicity to him. They sit with you chatting about... boring adult things and your brother returns to write in his notebook. You look at them, deciding what you should do: [[❈ Talk with your brother]] [[❈ Listen to your parents conversation]]

You turn to your brother, who is still writing in his notebook, not noticing your gaze fixed on him, until he sneaks a glance at you, catching sight of you watching him. He smiles and opens his notebook for you to see what he's been writing."Look, I managed to finish Mr. Vanverd's accounts."Your brother has been working with Mr. Vanverd for a couple of days now, helping him with his his shop accounts. "I still can't get over the look on his face when he found out that I knew basic math." He laughs, shaking his head. You laugh. "..." "Wait, what's basic math?" Your brother's laughter ends the moment this words leave your mouth, looking at you with visible concern. "Something that I've only just realised that I need to teach you. Give me some time I'll check with mom to help you with that and your reading, I think it's about time for you to learn more of this stuff. " He sighs, "Mom only takes you for handwork," then he grins at you, "that gigantic head of yours is here to be put to use." He flicks you on the forehead."Hey!"You try to reach out to flick him, but you only manage to reach his shoulder from where you are. "Hey, Hey kids, no mess on the table. Let's have eat our breakfast?" Your father says, while your mother hides a smile with her hand, only nodding her head. "Yes!" "Finally!" you both reply and get ready for coffee. <div class="Next">[[Next|12]]</div>

You turn around to hear your parents talking in low, russhed voices. "Are you sure?" your mum asks. "Yes Amélia, I'm sure." "That little b..."Your mother takes a deep breath."I knew things wouldn't stay calm for long."She sighs. "Things never stay calm for long." "..." "Maybe...maybe we should talk with him."You father says with a odd hesitation. You mother snaps her head to him at the speed of a lightning bolt and you see your father flinch. "Dumb words,"He raises hims hands in regreat of his words."I retrive it, I shouldn't-" "No! no, you're right..."She says, and your father cranes his neck to look at her. "What? are you well, my love? You just considered asking him... for help."She rolls her eyes,"I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and besides... he owes us." Your father looks at her, uncertain about her words, but nevertheless he takes your mother's hands in his, gently holding them as he looks her in the eyes."If this is what you want to do, we are going to. We're not going to shy away from this, are we?" "Of course not!" She says, smiling and kissing his cheek. And then out of the blue, your father's face becomes more serious. "But we have to be careful with eavesdroppers." Her father says in a measured way to mum. "eavesdroppers?" she asks, confused by his change of tone. "Yes, especially the ones that are close to us."He turns his gaze to you, giving you a smirk."Those are the most dangerous ones."He then reaches you to ruffles your hair."No, not again. First mum, now you pa?!"You say, trying to fix your hair. "Ooownn, don't you miss my kisses?" Your mum playfully teases you. "No!"You pout. They both laugh, and your mum goes on, "Okay, my $oldkid who's too big for mummy's kisses, I think we should have our breakfast now, don't you? "Yeah!" You celebrate, "I'm starving." "You're always hungry $oldsibbling!" Dimas laughs. "That's because $they always eat so little, that way you'll end up as thin as a twig." Your father remarks. "Urrgh, why everyone's against me in this house!" You complain, in a very dramatic manner, as you put your forehead to the table in defeat. Your mother strokes your hair, and they laugh at your admission of defeat. "Okay, enough with the drama!" Your mum replies, "Let's eat already, i'm starving." <div class="Next">[[Next|12]]</div>

You start to eat your breakfast. Mum fills a cup of black coffee for your brother and a cup of ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$drinkmc" autoselect>>\ <<option "black cofee">> <<option "cofee with milk">> <<option "tea">> <<option "milk">> <<option "juice">> <<option "water">> <</cycle>></span> for you. You look at the table, wondering what to eat first. On the table are a variety of fruits, your father's fresh-baked loaf of white bread, some cheese bread and other items that are part of your daily coffee routine. Before you can grab something for yourself, your mom takes your plate and places some fruits that you like and a buttered piece of bread on it. Your mouth salivates and your stomach growls in anticipation. You bring the food to your mouth but before you can get a taste of it, the smell of burning invades your nostrils. You stop. The smell of the burning gets stronger, but your family doesn't seem to notice, continuing their meals as if nothing had changed. How can they? The smell is intoxicating enough to make you nauseous. The putrid smell is coming from close by, and you turn to look out of the window at the house. Everything looks dark outside, hasn't it just dawned? You turn to your family again. //None of them are here. and yet you can hear him, lound and clear. Go away! You should have listened to her words. Please! But his whimpers were all you could hear. The smell of rot is spreading. She's crying...again. That damn rotten smell. Who was him? The fog has blinded you. Did you know them? The parts decompose so slowly. What a pity, sweetheart. Your throat is full of lies. And you feed yourself with those. The broken deal was your doom. Why she hated you so much? The maggots feed. They've been starving for so long. And what perfect little prey you make. After everything you did. You're still blind by the fog, how simply repugnant. You were sold, used and a liar on top of all. You just don't want to admit it... "But aren't you hungry?"// <div class="Next">[[Next|13]]</div>

You rise up quickly in fright. Your skin wet with cold sweat and your heart hammering, but right now what you do notice, is a weight on top of your chest. Your still tired eyes meet a messy caramel brown mop of hair. "<<print $parent1.toUpperFirst()>>! Wake up, aren't you hungry?" You blink a few times, focussing on the bluish green eyes in front of you, sparkling like two round gemstones. "Tristan..." You mumble, "It's still too early..."you tiredly point out, pulling the pillow over to your face. "No, it's not," He laughs, a little sheepishly. "It's about ten already." You frown taking the pillow away from your face and looking to the window."Nine? and you haven't had breakfast yet?" He shook his head in a reply, "I asked uncle to wait for you, but you weren't waking up, so I decided to wake you up." You blink slowly, "Was I supposed to take you to school or something?" You ask, a little disoriented. "No!" He lets out a little giggle, "I'm in school holidays!" He states and puffs out his chest to speak in pride. "That's nice, son." You give his smooth hair a little pats and attempt to lay down again. "Come on $parent2! You'll get weak if you don't eat properly and I already set the table too!" He says with an urgency in his voice and grasp the edges of your pajama. He //really// wants you to have breakfast with him. "Okay, okay! I'm getting up."You yawn, as lift your torso from the soft and still very welcoming matress."Yeah!!"Tristan celebrates with a cheer as he runs out of the room with his fists up. You sigh, still sitted in your bed, bringing your hand to your forehead, this nightmare... It was so real, so strange... it must be the stress, you tell yourself. Getting up from the bed, you stretch, trying to leave all the tiredness of the night under your bedsheets. <div class="Next">[[Next|14]]</div>

You leave your room, dragging your feet over the floor like a lazy old cat. "God, he really managed to bring you back to life. Nice one, nephew!" He lifts his hand and then Tristan rushes over to slap it before sitting down at the table, waiting for you. "Ha, Ha. Very funny, Dimas." You say, sitting down at the table. You look at Tristan who's fidgeting with his fingers at the table surface, with a huge smile on his pale, freckled face. You smile and run your hand through his thin, short hair. Your brother sit down at the head of the table, leaving his crutches by his side. Giving Dimas a closer look, he doesn't seem to have aged much over the last nine years, almost looking the same, if it wasn't for a few grey strands in his untamed brown hair and the dark circles under his eyes, that now are light enough to only be visible if you really take a good look at his face. "<<print $parent.toUpperFirst()>>! Look what I've done!" He exclaims and shows you a large bread loaf, probably filled with chocolate or something sweet. 'A loaf of bread...how funny.' "Wow, what a talented boy I have, it sure looks delicious!" Tristan smiles widely and your brother snorts. You turn to him and see him raising an eyebrow to your kid."Something wrong brother?" "No, nothing. But I also helped with the bread." "The minimum!" Says Tris. "Ouch! You little traitor!" He shows Tristan his tongue, and Tris does the same back to him. "Hey, watch your behaviour Tris." You say. Tris looks at you in disbelief that he's the one been lectured and not Dimas. "My love, if someone does something to you, there's no need for you to respond in the same way, you can be more polite, even if it's to your uncle." You clarify and Tristan smiles happily at you. "You're right, $parent2! Uncle's such a troglot and I don't want to be like him!" He states, now with a grin in his face. "What did you say you garden dwarf?"Dimas says aloud, putting his hand to his ear as if to hear better. "Is difficult to listen to your whining from up here" "That's enough!"You crack a smile this time, "I'm going to eat the bread, I don't care which one you made it." You cut off a piece of bread and distribute it to all of you. "Enjoy the meal!" You say to them while you go for a bite of the slice of bread. When you bite the bread it melts in your mouth, It's icing spilling into your mouth. It tastes delicious, being both crunchy in the outside and soft in the inside. The icing is a mixture of chocolate and dulce de leche, a mixture that you know very well that Tris loves, and you've learnt to appreciate it too. Your brother takes a small bite from his slice but Tris's stays still, his eyes not leave you for a second, seeking your verdict on his bread. [[❈ It's good so'll say to him]] [[❈ It's good but you'll pretend that is bad]]

You intentionally let out a theatrical groan, demonstrating just how tasty the bread is. "Mmmmmm son, it's delicious!"You give him a proud look, and your words were all it took for him to crack a smile again, puffing out his chest with pride."I know!"He says, eating his slice. "Congratulations to you too uncle, I won't be unfair to you... the spoon you gave me was very usefull."He teases with a grin. Dimas just raises an eyebrow as he sips his hot coffee."Of course." Dimas might have replied shortly but he smiles mischievously, taking a big sip of his hot coffee. Tris eyes are open wide in disbelief, and you know very well what your brother just did. The act of drinking the coffee was his way of showing off, teasing his nephew, since Tristan can't drink his coffee that hot, in fact you think that no one can drink it this hot like your brother, that don't even flinch. Tris, seeing his uncle already drinking the coffee, tries to take a sip of his own "big boy coffee" and immediately burns his tongue, quickly leaving it on the table. "'Just wait a little longer, Tris,'" You say as he sticks out his tongue, waving his hand to ease the pain. "Ouch! Ouch! But ho-how can u-uncle dri-drink it al-already?" His words are mumbled, because his burned tongue sticks out between his lips. "Ha! That's a perk that only comes with age." He declares, taking another long sip of coffee. Honestly, you don't even know how Dimas manages to endure the coffee this hot. "It's not fair! I want to drink it now." Tristan complains. "Have it with milk then." Dimas replies. "No." "Then wait for it to cold down." "I will." You let out a short laugh, and the two of you stop picking at each other and go back to eating. <div class="Next">[[Next|15]]</div>

You make a disgusted face, bringing your hand to your mouth."Tris, I'm sorry but..." "<<print $parent2.toUpperFirst()>>? Is it not good?" Tristan asks, completely perplexed by the idea, and promptly takes a bite out of his slice of bread. "it's delicious, son!" You ruffle his hair as you laugh at his reaction. "Very tasty indeed, you've certainly done a good job." "Aaah! You've got me" he laughs. "That's good! If it was bad I'd say it was Uncle's doing, but since it's good I'm the one who did it." Dimas just raises an eyebrow as he sips his hot coffee."You little brat, you said I didn't even help!." Tris just shrugs. Dimas frowns but then smiles mischievously, taking a big sip of his hot coffee. Tris eyes are wide open in disbelief, and you know very well what your brother just did. The act of drinking the coffee was his way of showing off, teasing his nephew, since Tristan can't drink his coffee that hot, in fact you think that no one can drink it this hot like your brother, that don't even flinch. Tris, seeing his uncle already drinking the coffee, tries to take a sip of his own "big boy coffee" and immediately burns his tongue, quickly leaving it on the table. "Just wait a little longer, Tris,'" You say as he sticks out his tongue, waving his hand to ease the pain. "Ouch! But ho-how can Uncle dri-drink it al-already?" His words are mumbled, because his burned tongue sticks out between his lips. "Ha! That's a perk that only comes with age." he declares, taking another long sip of coffee. Honestly, you don't even know how Dimas manages to endure the coffee this hot. "It's not fair!" Tristan complains. "Have it with milk then." Dimas replies. "No." "Then wait for it to cold down." "I will." You let out a short laugh, and the two of you stop picking at each other and go back to eating. <div class="Next">[[Next|15]]</div>

You look at the window, the sun is shining brightly out there. The silence is cosy and you can hear the movement of people in the street. For most people it's already late in the morning, but for you it's still early, too early, especially since you got home at dawn. You're still exhausted, and your body is begging you to go back to bed. Perhaps you'll succumb to this plea and return to bed later. Your mind drifts back to that dream, which now seems distant and strange. It's been a long time since you've had a dream about them, to be honest it's been a long time since you had a dream about anything. "<<print $parent1.toUpperFirst()>>!" Tris's voice snaps you back to reality."Yes, love?" "Nothing, it's just that you stopped eating suddenly... Is everything all right at your work?" He looks at you with concern, "You're really coming in late these days..." You open your mouth to reply, to ease his concerns, but you close your mouth again. Tris doesn't know about your... actual job. You made sure of that, no one from outside the establishment knows about your work, your bosses also do a good job with the confidentiality of their employees and clients. Your neighbours, your son and everyone you know think you work as a ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$fakework" autoselect>>\ <<option "night guard">> <<option "bartander">> <<option "machinists">> <<option "waiter">> <</cycle>></span>. You shake your head."No, my dear, everything is marvellous at work! I just got lost in thought for a moment." You try to ease his worry, and go back to eating your food, avoiding your brother's gaze. <div class="Next">[[Next|16]]</div>

After you've end your breakfast, you start to tidy things up. Tristan and Dimas clean the table and put the dishes in place, while you wash the dishes. "Are you going to Bruno's shop today?" Your brother asks while rubbing the table with a cloth. "Yes, I need to go and buy some things, do you want me to take something for him?"You ask, as your brother often needs to send some papers and reports to Bruno. Ever since the young Vanverd opened his grocery shop, Dimas has been hired to help with the accounts and deal with other shop matters. What's particularly favourable about this job is that your brother can work from home, giving him more comfort to work, not having to leave the house on a daily basis. "Yes, I have some papers for him. And you can tell him that the accountancy guy is a dick who can't even count properly."Your brother states and you crack a smile. The accountancy guy, Kevin, and he are always fighting, Dimas getting angry at him for being incompetent and him at your brother for being so annoyingly competent."Right, I'll give him the papers and your complaint." Tristan appears at your side, so quickly that you're startled, "Can I go with you, pleaseee? I can help you carry the groceries!" He almost begs to go with you, even though he always come with you. "Of course you can come with me, Tris." You wipe your wet hands and Tris celebrates by running off to his room to change from his pajamas to some day to day clothes. Tris loves to go to the shop, but what kid wouldn't like to? When Bruno is always giving biscuits and letting him play with his dogs.<<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>> And to be honest it's not just your son who enjoys visiting him...<</if>> "You'd better brush your teeth, Tris!" You say, as you grab your bathing supplies. "Right!" He replies. You quickly take your shower, washing the tiredness from your body, and looking for energy for the day. When you finish showering, you get changed into simple clothes that fit your body comfortably. Leaving your room, you see that Tris hasn't come out of his room yet, so you knock on his door."Tris? Are you finished?" "Almost! I'm just having a problem with a button..." You shake your head, hiding a smile as if he could see."Do you want help?" "No... Yes! Maybe... if you can." He admits sheepishly. You open the door and find him in the middle of his room, standing awkwardly, with a few buttons buttoned but in a peculiar way."I don't know what I did wrong!" He avoids looking at you, too embarrassed by the fact that he hasn't succeeded in getting the buttons done. "Let me see."You gesture for him to come closer and he walks towards you. You take a closer look at his shirt and notice that he manged to put the second button in the wrong place, causing the disorder in the others. "You put this one in the wrong place, see?"You show him the button that caused all the disorder. "Aaaah,"He starts undoing the buttons and fixing them."Thanks $parent2!" "You're welcome." You kiss him on the cheek, "Shall we go?" "Yes!" He says, running for the door. <div class="Next">[[Next|17]]</div>

You leave the room following Tris, who is already at the entrance, telling Dimas that they're going out, as if he hadn't heard the whole conversation before and now. You approach them and Dimas hands you the papers that are to be given to Bruno."Just this."He says, to a pile of papers that you find too heavy to be a "just this". "Do you want me to carry it?"Tris offers to carry the weight, probably seeing your grimace the moment you pick it up."No dear, it's not that heavy." You say and he raises an eyebrow to you, but quickly passes it off. You adjust the stacks to carry them more comfortably."Bye Dimas"You you wave him goodbye and start walking to the main door,"Bye Uncle!"Tris tells, giving Dimas a quick hug, who responds by patting his hair,"Bye! Have a nice walk!" Your brother waves to you, turning back to his notebook, and your son runs to catch up with you at the front door. Leaving the house, you take a deep breath, searching for the fresh air that smells faintly like flowers, until you feel something warm rubbing against your palms. Tris takes your hand and you start walking, past the bed of blue flowers that have persisted despite the time, filling in the cracks in the house that have continued to widen over the years."Can we look at the back garden later? Uncle and I planted strawberries!"You look at him and smile, "Of course." You walk through the streets, which are alive with people walking and children playing. Some adults wave to you and some children come up to talk to Tris. Walking a little further, you see a small commotion ahead. Some people seem nervous and others come out looking upset, complaining about something. You walk past them observantly, trying to listen to their conversation. "How could you let this happen?!"A woman says, clearly shaken by the news. "Your shop was doing very well despite everything! How could you sell it?" A old man declares, and the rest of the group nods. "That's no good! Do you really want everything to be in that woman's hands?" You can better see the person he's addressing his words to. Amara, an old shopkeeper from here, she looks tired and clearly uneasy with the crowd gathered around her."Barto,"The old woman let out a tired sigh," I had no choice... She didn't make things easy..."She gazes down, avoiding her friend's gaze, looking almost sad. "Please don't make things more complicated." "<<print $parent.toUpperFirst()>>"You let out a hum, as you look at Tris, realising that you had stopped walking to listen to the conversation."Sorry, let's keep going..." You walk in silence while the crowd of people can still be heared, "Who were they talking about?" Tristan asks,"I'm not sure... But I have an idea. We can talk about it later." He just nods, while you continue walking. <div class="Next">[[Next|18]]</div>

After a few more minutes of walking, you finally arrive at your destination. Bruno's shop is a perfect mirror of its owner. The wooden surface of the outside walls are almost completely covered in vines and white lilies, which run freely along its length until they reach a fine hanging sign with a familiar name, Vanverd's shop, carved into the wood. You walk through the arched wood doorway and into the shop. Inside there are several shelves, full of perfectly arranged items and people with baskets doing their grocery shopping. These things hardly catch your eye, as your gaze settles at the large man in the middle of the shop, talking to a short, blonde man, that you know very well as Kevin, the accountancy arsehole, according to your dear brother. Bruno's focus is on his employee and this gives you time to take in his appearance. His wavy brown hair forms soft curls along its length, giving him a more laid-back look. His face looks tired, there are slight dark circles under his hazel eyes, but his beard is perfectly groomed, as are his clothes, which don't have a single wrinkle. His brown waistcoat accentuates his broad chest and waist, while his buttoned pearl blouse flutters in the wind. This style is much more refined than he usually wears when he's not at work, preferring loose clothes that don't constrict him. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>> Your eyes don't leave him for a second, admiring the man in front of you. Your admiration and affection for him are so great and have only grown over the years. Years that have only increased your longing to tell him about your feelings.<</if>><<if $bruno_love <=1>> You look at the man that is almost a brother to you, Your admiration for him has only grown in recent years and he has become even more of a regular figure in your day-to-day life, frequently showing up for dinner at home or just to hang out with your family for a while.<</if>> As if finally sensing your eyes, or Tristan's eagerness to talk to him, Bruno finally turns to you, and a <<if $Bruno_love >=1& $bruno_love<=2>> bright<</if>><<if $bruno_love <=1>> gentle<</if>> smile decorates his face the moment he sees you. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>>His smile makes your cheeks burn and such a sweet smile appear on your lips.<</if>> He excuses himself from Kevin, coming towards you with long steps."$name! Tris!" He says and Tris drops your hand and runs to Bruno, "Bruno!" Tris beams and both of them raise their hands."Hello, young man!"Tris smiles as he shakes Bruno's hand, like a big boy. After greeting Tristan, Bruno turns to look at you. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>>His gaze lingers on your figure as he slowly walks towards you and ...<</if>><<if $bruno_love <=1>> He looks at you and ...<</if>> [[❈ He lifts his hand to you]] [[❈ He brings you closer to a hug]] [[❈ He brings you close to a hug 🎔][$bruno_love +=1]]

He smiles and lifts his hand for you to shake it. A warm gesure that you always retribute, taking his large hands in yous and gently shaking it. "So what can I do for you today?" he asks, when yor hands leave the grip. "The usual,"You look over to where your son should be, next to you, only to find him on the other side of the shop, looking at some products. "You know, I have to save up for Tris's birthday."You smile,"He's going to be ten, I can't even believe it."You let out a little laugh. "Children do have a unique way of making you feel old," he laughs, "Tristan and my niece make me feel like an elder already." You laugh. "But aren't you rushing a bit? Tris's birthday is only in November, it's still September." You open your mouth but Bruno continues."And you know that you can take anything you want from here for his birthday, I'm happy to help, Tristan deserves it and you too my friend." You avert your gaze."Bruno...I can't let you help us with that." He frowns, "Why not? Think of it as my birthday present to him, partially because I'm going to buy him something." He chuckles, and you shake your head. "I don't know, I'm afraid you'll get into trouble with your family," You admit. Bruno's family have never hidden their displeasure at him staying here working in the shops and now staying in his own place, with the people they had the pleasure of discarding the moment high society welcomed them with open arms. "$name, please, my family has absolutely no say in my business." He looks slightly wounded, "I just wanted to make a contribution to his birthday, and if it's with your consent I'll do it, don't mind my parents and what they might say." You let out a long sigh, how can you say no to him when he makes such a pity face. "Okay! Okay, I won't stop you from helping." You look at him, "Thank you a lot, I'm sure Tris will be very happy." He gives you a broad smile, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it gently as a way of thanking you for letting him help. As if he hadn't helped you all these years. <div class="Next">[[Next|19]]</div>

He smiles and within a blink of an eye you are enveloped in his strong embrace. You retribute his gesture and soon you're wrapping your arms around his thick waist. "So what can I do for you today?" he asks, when you two brake away from the hug. "The usual,"You look over to where your son should be, next to you, only to find him on the other side of the shop, looking at some products. "You know, I have to save up for Tris's birthday."You smile,"He's going to be ten, I can't even believe it."You let out a little laugh. "Children do have a unique way of making you feel old," he laughs, "Tristan and my niece make me feel like an elder already." You laugh. "But aren't you rushing a bit? Tris's birthday is only in November, it's still September." You open your mouth but Bruno continues."And you know that you can take anything you want from here for his birthday, I'm happy to help, Tristan deserves it and you too my friend." You avert your gaze."Bruno...I can't let you help us with that." He frowns, "Why not? Think of it as my birthday present to him, partially because I'm going to buy him something." He chuckles, and you shake your head. "I don't know, I'm afraid you'll get into trouble with your family," You admit. Bruno's family have never hidden their displeasure at him staying here working in the shops and now staying in his own place, with the people they had the pleasure of discarding the moment high society welcomed them with open arms. "$name, please, my family has absolutely no say in my business." He looks slightly wounded, "I just wanted to make a contribution to his birthday, and if it's with You admit. Bruno's family have never hidden their displeasure at him staying here working in the shops and now staying in his own place, with the people they had the pleasure of discarding the moment high society welcomed them with open arms. your consent I'll do it, don't mind my parents and what they might say." You let out a long sigh, how can you say no to him when he makes such a pity face. "Okay! Okay, I won't stop you from helping." You look at him, "Thank you a lot, I'm sure Tris will be very happy." He gives you a broad smile, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it gently as a way of thanking you for letting him help. As if he hadn't helped you all these years. <div class="Next">[[Next|19]]</div>

He smiles warmly and within a blink of an eye you are enveloped in his strong embrace. You don't take long to fully register his gesture and soon you can you're wrapping your arms around his thick waist. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you can vaguely smell his perfume, deep and rich, like a mixture of pine and savage flowers. As singular as he is. After a few seconds, precious and so short seconds, the two of you end the hug, looking at each other in a shy way. He gives a little cough, hiding a grin with his fist. "So what can I do for you today?" He asks, making a little bow to you. You shake your head bashfully, trying to hide the smile that appears on your lips."The usual,"You look over to where your son should be, next to you, only to find him on the other side of the shop, looking at some products. "You know, I have to save up for Tris's birthday."You smile,"He's going to be ten, I can't even believe it."You let out a little laugh. "Children do have a unique way of making you feel old," He chuckles, "Tristan and my niece make me feel like I'm an elder already." You laugh. "But aren't you rushing a bit? Tris's birthday is only in November, it's still September." You open your mouth but Bruno continues."And you know that you can take anything you want from here for his birthday, I'm happy to help, Tristan deserves it and... you too." You feel your cheeks warm up again and you avert your gaze."Bruno...I can't let you help us with that." He frowns, "Why not? Think of it as my birthday present to him, partially because I'm going to buy him something." He chuckles, and you shake your head. "I don't know, I'm afraid you'll get into trouble with your family," You admit. Bruno's family have never hidden their displeasure at him staying here working in the shops and now staying in his own place, with the people they had the pleasure of discarding the moment high society welcomed them with open arms. "$name, please, my family has absolutely no say in my business." He looks slightly wounded, "I just wanted to make a contribution to his birthday, and if it's with your consent I'll do it, don't mind my parents and what they might say." You let out a long sigh, how can you say no to him when he makes such a pity face. Urgh you and your love-struck ass are going to get you into trouble some day! "Okay! Okay, I won't stop you from helping." You look at him with sweetness, "Thank you a lot, I'm sure Tris will be very happy." He gives you a broad smile, taking your hand and squeezing it gently as a way of thanking you for letting him help. As if he hadn't helped you all these years. <div class="Next">[[Next|19]]</div>

"But you really need to stop spoiling Tris, or he'll soon be an insufferable adult who thinks he can have everything he wants."You jest, with a slight tone of truth, considering how much attention and love Bruno has for your son, as if he were an uncle<<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>>...or a father<</if>><<if $bruno_love <=1>> to him.<</if>> "What a calumny! I do not spoil Tris!"As if summoned by his name, Tristan appears at your side."Bruno! Can I visit the girls?"He asks excitedly, fidgeting from side to side. "Of course!" Bruno says without thinking twice. His dogs are his beloved pets, Clarice and Beladona, big and hairy dogs that look like an expensive carpet of fur. He rarely lets anyone touch them, not because they're feral but for fear of someone mistreating them. Of these few people, you, Tris and Dimas are part of the people who are welcomed to play or spoil them. You raise an eyebrow to make your point to Bruno, but before he can defend himself, Tris blurts out, "Annnnd did you bring the biscuits you promised?" Bruno shuts his mouth, completely defeated as he points to a round metal box. "Yes..."He confirms lowly and you hide a smile from the vivid and coloured demonstration that your point was indeed correct. "And those are for the dogs." He points to another, smaller pot. Tris nods and picks up the boxes, opening the one with his favourite biscuits made by none other than Bruno and offering it to him after stuffing two into his mouth. "No thanks, it's all yours." Bruno says, with a polite smile in his lips. Then your child turns the box to you, and you shake your head "No, thanks darling."You say and before he leaves you give him a look, for him to watch his manners. He looks down in embarrassment, understanding the meaning of your gaze. He mouths an apology and continues to slowly chew his biscuit, while he makes his way to the back door where the dogs are. <div class="Next">[[Next|20]]</div>

Bruno turns to look at you again after Tristan left to see the dogs." I have something for you!"He walks over to the counter, picking up a letter from the counter. "You won't believe it!"He says excitedly,"An old friend of mine has moved back to town and is looking for a caretaker for her brother, look."He finishes explaining and gives you the letter. With the short letter in hand you read its contents. //'Dear Bruno. How are you faring, my dear old friend? Forgive me for not visiting you sooner, but these last few weeks have been exhausting. I'd like to ask you for a favour. I'm in urgent need of a caregiver, since the woman who is currently taking care of César is going to move to the countryside with her family in a few days. I need someone who has experience and that has the patience to deal with my brother, you and I know very well how challenging he can be when he wants to. Please, if you know of someone who fulfils these requirements, I'll be visiting your shop this sunday morning and I'll be able to conduct an interview with them. Thank you in advance for your attention, your friend Liah Chancellor'// You take your eyes off the letter and look at Bruno,"Is it serious?"You can't afford to leave your job for one that won't last. "Yes, she wants someone permanent. The salary is good and you'll be able to stay in the mansion with your family. It's a great opportunity and you'll have more time with them." He looks you in the eyes,"Will you accept the interview?" You consider for a minute, "Depends, I'm not exactly a carer or a nurse, what does her brother have?"You ask in a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. There's no reason to go if is something more serious that you can't handle. Bruno sighs, "César, he... he became paraplegic after the war. He still feels some pain and takes some medication to relieve it and for other things... The war didn't just leave physical after-effects, it also left psychological consequences..." He stops talking, shaking his head, clearly feeling upset. The war of recompense, as it was named. The last war was three years ago and your country was victorious, once again incorporating the lands that had been lost over the years into its extensive territory. The country that lost still struggles to rebuild itself, left in a ruinous state and with piles and more piles of cadavers. But even though you won, your situation was not so different from theirs. The war left the country devastated, its economy shattered, thousands of soldiers slaughtered and all for the sake of reclaiming territory. Widows and relatives gathered in crowds to ask for reparations, for a dignified burial for their dear ones. Requests that went unheard, as their corpses were burned together just like a worthless pile of flesh. It truly was a difficult time for the civilians, you can't even imagine what it must have been like for those in the fields, risking their lives for a cause that wasn't even theirs . Taking a deep breath, you try to pull yourself together. You frown, realising something, "Wait, so she's coming here tomorrow?" You ask, and Bruno nods, "Yes, in the morning. You can make it, right?" "Yes... I think I can." You say, not really confident in your words. Bruno raises an eyebrow, "$name, I need a straight answer. I haven't told anyone else yet, because you were the first person I thought when I read the letter." He admits it and you feel bad, you can't let him down, but you know how it is, you've never been out before sunrise and today won't be any different. You sigh, realising that you still haven't answered Bruno about what you've decided. "I'll... do my best to be here at..?." "midday!" Bruno replies enthusiastically. "Right, midday." Urgh, you won't get any sleep, but do what you can to be here exactly in time. <div class="Next">[[Next|21]]</div>

After the conversation, Bruno is requested elsewhere and you start to do your grocery shopping. You pick up some vegetables and fruit that are with discount and some extra flour and pasta. After you're finishing looking for supplies, you pay the cashier and go straight back to Bruno, who is sitting behind his counter with his office wide open in the back. Seeing you approach, he stands up from his chair, "Have you finished getting everything? Tomatoes are on sale, as are the strawberries and-""Yes Bruno, I've got everything I needed from the shop, now I just need to get Tris." You say, looking around for a sign of your child. "He's with the dogs." Bruno remembers, "Oh, right!" You start walking towards the door when a noise from his office window catches your attention. You stop and look at each other, walking towards the window and looking through it you see your son with the dogs... or rather under the dogs. He's on the floor trying to defend his box of treats with all his dedication, but the dogs are insistently trying to open his arms, which are underneath him holding the box with all strenght he has. "No Clarice! These are mine, you've already eaten yours! Beladonaaaa stop! You're a good girl ah-" He insists on lecturing the dogs, who pay no attention to his words of rebuke and continue to try to get his biscuits until one manages to turn him over and the other quickly grabs the box with her mouth, opening the compartment and letting the biscuits fall to the grass. Tris gets up quickly, stepping out from between the dogs and the treats. Tris looks at the dogs and his lost treasures with a aspect of complete defeat and betrayal. You and Bruno share a look. 'What a scene.' After a while, Tris goes back inside as if nothing had happened, trying to wipe the dirt stains off his clothes, marks left by the dogs' large paws."Hey,"He says with a thin, embarrassed smile, coming closer to you."Have you finished shopping, $parent?" You raise your eyebrows, "Yeah," "And how did it go with the dogs?" Bruno asks with a lopside smile, and you hold back a laugh. Tristan cheeks turn a shade redder as he turns his head, not looking at his eyes"A-All great! As always!" he states in a high-pitched tone, clearly feeling ashamed by the way the dogs had made him of fool. You cover up a grin shared with Bruno, who gives a slow chuckle, making Tris cock his head, "Are you two okay?" "Absolutely!" Both of you reply at the same time, and Tris frown deepens,"suree..." "I think we should go, don't you, son?" You add, looking at Tris, "Okay..." This time, he dosen't object about going home and walks towards Bruno, "Bye Bruno!"He hugs Brunos's waist, who only pets his head with care."the biscuits were delicious!" "I'm glad you like them! I'll make sure to make you more."Bruno responds happily to the compliment and turns to you."See you tomorrow, then," He says. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>>It's a temporary goodbye like all the previous ones, but it carries so many feelings to you."Until tomorrow..."He takes your hand and plants a kiss on it, a light touch that seems to electrify you with its gentle contact, making you shiver. You let out a gasp and he lifts you up to look you in the eyes. You find yourself lost in his bright cyder eyes, so hopeless lost in them... He lets go of your hand and smiles warmly<</if>><<if $bruno_love <=0 && $bruno_love<=1>> You finish talking to him<</if>> as Tris appears at your side. You wave goodbye to Bruno once more and head for the shop entrance, once again stepping out into the street. <div class="Next">[[Next|22]]</div>

You walk back home, heading down the street. The rowdy crowd has dissipated from outside the old shopkeeper's house, leaving the street empty once more. You return home, entering with the groceries and Tristan. When you enter, you see your brother cutting up some vegetables and seasoning some meat. You greet each other and wash your hands. You start putting the ingredients away in the cupboards while Tristan sits at the table, picking up the chopping board to help his uncle cook. "You won't believe what I just heard," Your brother exposes to you as he cooks the meat and gives Tristan some carrots and potatos to chop. "Hmm, what?" You ask, wondering what news, or gossips, your brother found out. "The old shopkeeper, Amara, you know her. She sold her shop and is moving with her family to elsewhere." He informs you, bewildered. "Hmm, we went through a commotion in front of her house. So that explains it."You nod your head and Tris mimics you but pauses to wonder, "Aaah...but why are people angry with her for that? Shouldn't they be happy?" "They should be, if she'd sold it to someone decent, not to bloody Evergarden!" Your theory was correct. "Nobody sees that she's buying everything! That way we'll all be in her hands, trapped by that despicable woman."Your brother shares his loathing for her, an anger that you also have. Alma Everganden is a woman in her late forties who, in recent years, has shown an appetite for buying up all the land in your neighbourhood. She's been the main factor in the steady decline of this part of the city and no one can quite pinpoint why she's interested in it, every day it seems more irrational, perhaps it's just her hunger to take control, to be powerful, to keep people on a leash of obedience. No matter what, she always gets what she wants. You keep on cooking, Tris finishes cutting up his pieces of carrot and potato and you put them slices on the stove. Your brother finishes preparing the meat and finishes the other condiments. About half an hour later, you finish preparing lunch and sit down at the organised table. You serve yourselves and start eating. Dimas seems still irritated by the news from Evergarden, fiddling with his meat without much interest, meanwhile Tris looks like a barbarian who hasn't eaten for days, eating everything on his plate from the meat to the veggies. <div class="Next">[[Next|23]]</div>

You eat in silence for a while, and when you've finished, you clean things up again and sit down in the living room. You rest on the sofa, looking at your family, realising more and more the similarities and differences between the two of them. Tristan is drawing on the floor, with crayons all over the place, while Dimas is sitting at his desk, writing in his notebook, both completely immersed in their work. Every day you get more surprised at how similar they can be. "<<print $parent3.toUpperFirst()>>!" Tris calls out to you and gets up from his place on the floor and approaches you with a paper in hand. "Look! Look! I've drawn you, Bruno, uncle and me!" He tells you, raising the drawing to your eye level. You look at the drawing and see four stick figures with different characteristics. The first stick figure is extremely tall and strong, by the loops on his arms, he's clearly Bruno, the second figure is laid back in a trees bark and has $hair $hairlenght, being you. The next figure in the middle is smaller and has straight brown hair, representing Tris, and the last you recognise as your brother, represented with his crutches and notebook. All the figures are together in a field, with a small picnic tablecloth on the ground."Oh! I remember that day, we went for a picnic in the valley!" You remark, recalling the day. You invited Bruno to come with you and you spent the day in the valley, having a picnic. You hardly remember that day, since you ended up sleeping all afternoon, it was a nice nap, but you ended up missing a lot of the fun. "That's a beautiful drawing, son!" You compliment the drawing, "Why don't you show your uncle!" You say and Tristan runs to show your brother, who looks up from his notebook to the child who appears next to him. "Look Uncle!"Tris offers the drawing and Dimas takes it, eyeing it like an art critic, nodding his head as if making points about the drawing in front of him."Beautiful... a complete work of art, although Bruno looks like a pumped-up pole, he's not that big."He objects,"but he's a lot bigger than you two." <<if $heightcomp =="but you're taller than $jeanthem(1,85-1,95 metres)">>"Although $parent2's height is very close to his, so it's only you who's the dwarf uncle!"He grins, causing Dima to laugh along, "Someone has to be sympathetic and not make you look awkward with your gnome height."He ruffles Tris's hair, who makes a grimace.<</if>> You smile with them as you observe the scene. "What do you say we put this drawing together with the others?"Dimas says and Tris's face lights up."Yes! Let's go."He hops up while Dima picks up his crutches and walks towards Tristan's room. <div class="Next">[[Next|24]]</div>

You're still sitting on the sofa... Without them around, your smile slowly fades from your face. You rest your head in your hands feeling exhausted, tired of work, of the simple things of the everyday routine and of the problems that keep bringing you down. Your façade is so weak these days, maybe it's been slipping for years. But you're so afraid of letting it break, you're so afraid of that vulnerable, raw part of you. You don't know what would have happened to you all these years without your family. You feel so shallow, completely empty... and yet your mind is so full and restless most days. Working has become your way of escaping from it all, a way of losing a bit of yourself in every person you bring to bed, a way to lose youself until you don't remember any of your troubles. A strange emptiness has taken hold of you for as long as you can remember, the world has become your stage and your own life a pathetic little play. You feel so frail but you cannot break. They will hate you if you show this damaged part of yourself. They will disgust you. You can't afford to break, to lose everything, not after everything you've done. "<<print $parent3.toUpperFirst()>>!"Tris calls you and you quickly turn to him."Uncle says the lettuces are ready for harvest! Come with us to pick them."Tris runs over and takes your hand, leading you into the garden. Your bright smile returns to your face once again, "Of course! Let's go!" You say warmly to your little boy and he guides you to the back of the house. You arrive at the garden and see that the lettuces are ready for harvest. The lettuces have grown full and green, and Dimas has already started harvesting some. You join him and spend the rest of the afternoon picking and chatting about things. <div class="Next">[[Next|25]]</div>

You spend the afternoon in the garden, picking some fruit and when the sun sets, you go back to the house to have dinner and after a few hours you start to prepare Tris to bed. Tris sleeps in your old bedroom, it's small and cosy, with lots of plush toys spread around the room and your old wardrobe which is next to the wall that's covered with drawings proudly made by him. You're sitting on the bed with him, slowly combing his hair, while he goes back and forth with every motion you make with the comb, clearly sleepy and exhausted, while he holds the stuffed rabbit he's so fond of. You smile as you finish and smooth down his hair, "There, there, my love." You say and he slowly lies down, while you put the comb aside. Then you sit on the end of the bed next to him, pulling the covers up to cover his chest. You lean over and kiss his forehead, whispering softly, "Sleep well," he yawns as you pull away from his face."Have a good job $parent1, I love you," he says quietly."I love you too." You whisper, leaving the bed and walking out of the room, taking one last look at the already asleep child in the bed and slowly closing the door, and you look at the clock on the table, which reads half past eight; as usual, you're ready to leave. You stop at the mirror and take one last look at your appearance, your eyes gazing into the reflection, searching for something that only you can see in your deep $iris puddles. You sigh and grab your coat to leave. You wallk to the living room and find your brother sitting on the sofa, readding a book, like a perfect painting."You should go to bed."You say, as you approach him, but his eyes don't leave the sheets of paper,"Nah, I'm not very sleepy, I'll read a bit and go to bed." You sigh, as you fiddle with the sleeves of your overcoat, "I'm going to be a bit late tomorrow." As you had worried, your words draw Dimas's eyes from the book to you. "How late?"He frowns and you find yourself $mania, " I'll probably leave about...ten or eleven but-" You stop talking when you notice just how he looks at you, more annoyed than ussual. He lowers his head and ruffles his messy hair."Again?" Now you sigh, "Dimas, it's not that late." He shakes his head, "It's not that late? Yes, maybe today, but what about the other days when you don't come back for a whole day or two?" His voice is low but you can sense his growing irritation. "What the-You make it sound like I enjoy spending all that time there!" You lose your composure for a moment, raising your voice a little. "What do you think? That I leave every night brimming with joy because I don't know when I'll be back from work? For losing all this time with you two? Knowing that what I do ashame you brother?!" Dimas eyes widen at your words, dark eyes that seem completely taken back by your words but after a moment of shock he shakes his head at you."No...That's not what I mean, you know that I'm no ashamed by it!" "Do I really know it?" you scoff, "Because it's not the first time you've insinuated such things." you harshly add. Dimas looks at you like you're a kid throwing a tantrum and for a second he opens his mouth to utter something... Something that would likely hurt you, something he would probably regret because in the same second he seals his lips shut and just lowers his head in defeat. You look away too, avoiding looking at your brother. You try to take deep breaths, to recompose yourself, but you're irritated by your brother's implications. He knows that you can't ask to adjust your hours because you simply don't make them, your clients do! And if they want you to accompany them somewhere, you go. If they want you to have dinner with them, or just simply exist in the corner of a room, ready to do anything they please, you do it. You're lucky that Madame Cecil has strict rules for clients, otherwise you'd be even more tied to the client than to the workplace. After a short while of unconfortable silence you take a glimpse of your crestfallen older sibbling. His head still low so you can't see his eyes, but you know just how they look like, just like a regrated puppy, sad look that Tristan inherited from him. Urgh! Why you always like this! He cares about you! He's scared for you but you do nothing but get angry at him for it. For some reason something inside you says that is too late for this kind of treatment. You open your lips, pondering about what to say. "Look I...I don't..." But you can't find the words, you know how much you would like to be able to spend more time with them, but your parents' debts seems to be getting bigger and bigger. You can't stop working and you can't change jobs, can you? You're not intelligent enough, you're not strong enough, all you've ever had was your appearance and look where it got you. "$name I'm sorry, I... I know you don't want to do this things." He sighs heavily."I'm being unfair to you."He looks like a beaten puppy to you. 'You hate this look he gives you.' Then you remember something. "It's okay...and soon I might not work there anymore" You tell him and he looks at you in confusion, " Bruno told me about a job..."You say to him, "He asked me to stop by and meet the contractor."You lick your dry lips, and look at your brother who seems surprised."What's the job?" "Caretaker... it seems like a good opportunity." You answer and your brother quickly replies."Wow, it really is a good chance."Dimas tries to keep a neutral face, but you sense his excitement and optimism shinning in his brown eyes. "I'm sure you'll get the job."He really seems hopeful at the news. //How cute...Are you going to let him down?// After the conversation you say that you need to leave, taking one last look at the clock and he waves goodbye as you hurry to the door, locking it before you walk to your neighborhood main street. <div class="Next">[[Next|26]]</div>

You straighten your coat while you walk in silence through the same streets you've been walking through for years, catching the tram and finally arriving at your workplace. You enter through the back door and greet the security guards, who greet you back as you enter the changing room to put on your work robe and your familiar $mask mask. Having finished getting ready, you go to the employee room. A spacious room where employees can spend time before, during of or after work to take some time for themselves. The room is quite full, some are chatting, some are drinking and others are having fun, dancing or enjoying each other's company. "Hey!" You hear someone shouting and notice two figures calling out to you, sitting on a large pouf and gesturing for you to join them. Ellis and Daniel, are the closest thing you have to a real friendship. They know your real name just as you know theirs. You befriended them in the early days of your job. You casually meet up sometimes, on rare occasions, but you truly like their company. "Hi!" You say, flopping down next to them on the comfy pouf, which slumps with the sudden weight of your body. "Hi!" They say in sync, an energetic and serene voice mixing together. Ellis is sitting in the floor with their arms on Daniel's legs, smoking a cigarette. Their blue robe is almost transparent, leaving the silhouette of their pale, curvy body visible to attentive eyes. Their white swan mask features indigo and gold markings the lead to a black, pointed beak matching the pearl earrings in their ears. Daniel is sat almost reclining in the comfort of the pouf, his long black hair covering the pillows and his sleepy brown eyes reflecting his extraordinary calmness. His red robe contrasts with his dark brown skin, and his red macaw mask adds a touch of mystery to his face. He smiles at you in a silent greeting. "Have you got your schedule yet?" Ellis asks, taking a drag from their cigarette. "I have..." They nod in acknowledgement, "Have you been called for the event too?" "Urgh, yes. That's why we won't be leaving until around ten," You groan. "You look annoyed." They say, cocking their head, letting their shoulder-lenght, platinum hair fall to their side. "To be honest it is kind of boring and time-consuming." You shrug. "I understand you, it's not the work itself but the time."Daniel sympathises with you. "They eat, spend hours talking and we just stand there waiting." "They pay well enough for me to not care whether I'll have to mimic a dead fish on the ground or just stay still as a statue in the corner." Ellis smirks and you know they really meant it. Ellis never appears to be bothered by customers' strange requests. "Very funny." Daniel gives them a lopsided smile. "Not joking, cutie."They wink at him. Daniel just shakes his head, hidding a smirk as he begins to contemplate one of the paintings of the room while Ellis drags a puff of their cigarette and you stay there enjoying the silent company of your friends, when suddenly there's a cigarette in front of you. "Want one?" Ellis offers you a cigarette from their packet. [[❈ Take a cigarette]] <<link "(warning⚠️)">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Not a vice, yet:"); Dialog.wiki("Choosing this won't effect future vices"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> [[❈ Don't take a cigarette]]

You take a cigarette and they light it with a lighter. You eagerly take a drag, feeling the hot smoke slowly relaxing your muscles and making you feel lighter just as if all the annoying thoughts in your head are being swept aside. "So I can't belive that you've gone two months without seeing the red-haired hottie you conquered?" Elli says, with a snooty smile on their pudgy face as they throw the cigarette away. They're referring to Chiro, your first client, who has lived up to $jeantheir words by coming back every week, always thirsty for nights in your company. Nine years into a strange relationship, you could even be considered good friends, friends with certain benefits, in other words. Until $jeanthey disappeared unexpectedly. "Yeah, $jeanthey didn't say anything, maybe $jeanthey just wanted to leave this life." "and $jeanthey didn't need to give you any satisfaction?"Ellis retorts."Yes, we are whores but we have feeling! And it's been nine years that you have been cuddling together!" You don't remark on their comment, not wanting to show that you're somehow affected by $jeantheir sudden disappearance "Shame on $jeanthem, if I could I'd pay for your whole night, I would!" They wink at you. "Own, too bad you're already full of work," You giggle and join in the joke. Their smirk increases, "Urgh poor me! Only if I had time to ravish in my arms this young $gender!" "Boo, you two are terrible actors, I want a refund..."Daniel fakes a frown. "What a blasphemy! We're very good actors!"Ellis holds their hand in a fist for you to fistbump it and you do, laughing sheepishly. After a short while the first one to have to leave is Daniel, who bids you both a gracefull farewell, then it's time for you to say goodbye to Ellis, who also has to leave with you. You walk down the corridor until you reach your door. Entering your room, you start to adjust your silk robe, which is partially transparent, and falls elegantly in your body. You adjust your $mask mask, that does a good job of covering your features. Just as you sit up in bed to wait, the door opens rapidly and a familiar voice calls out your pseudonym at work : <<textbox "$alias" "">> <div class="Next">[[Next|27]]</div>

You refuse the cigarette and Ellis just shrugs taking another eager drag,"More for me than." "I'm not very found of smoking and you know that." You say and Daniel look back to you. "I already told them to quit it, they give off more smoke than a locomotive." Ellie just roll their eyes."Sooo funny Dan-Dan." "So I can't belive that you've gone two months without seeing the red-haired beauty you conquered?" Elli says, with a snooty smile on their pudgy face as they throw the cigarette away. They're referring to Chiro, your first client, who has lived up to $jeantheir words by coming back every week, always thirsty for nights in your company. Nine years into a strange relationship, you could even be considered good friends, friends with certain benefits, in other words. Until $jeanthey disappeared unexpectedly. "Yeah, $jeanthey didn't say anything, maybe $jeanthey just wanted to leave this life." "and $jeanthey didn't need to give you any satisfaction?"Ellis retorts."Yes, we are whores but we have feeling, and it's been nine years that you have been cuddling together!" You don't remark on their comment, not wanting to show that you're somehow affected by $jeantheir sudden disappearance. " Shame on $jeanthem, if I could I'd pay for your whole night, I would!" They wink at you. "Own, too bad you're already full of work," you join in the joke, pretending to hold back tears and their laughter increases, "Urgh poor me! Only if I had time to ravish in my arms this young $gender!"They stretch their arms dramatically between Daniel's legs. "Boo, you two are terrible actors, I want a refund..."Daniel fakes a frown. "What a blasphemy! We're very good actors!"Ellis holds their hand in a fist for you to fistbump it and you do, laughing sheepishly. After a short while the first one to have to leave is Daniel, who bids you both a gracefull farewell, then it's time for you to say goodbye to Ellis, who also has to leave with you. You walk down the corridor until you reach your door. Entering your room, you start to adjust your silk robe, which is partially transparent, and falls elegantly in your body. You adjust your $mask mask, that does a good job of covering your features. Just as you sit up in bed to wait, the door opens rapidly and a familiar voice calls out your pseudonym at work : <<textbox "$alias" "">> <<set $smoke to 0>> <div class="Next">[[Next|27]]</div>

You turn round in a fast motion at the sound of the voice, seeing your first and most loyal customer in front of the door. <<if $jeanperson is "man">>He smiles and you look at the bat-masked man you have been seen for all the years you've worked at this job. His outfit, as always, is a black suit with silver buttons and a dark aquamarine jabot tie that gives him a striking contrast, that's probably why he likes these combination of colours so much. "God, I've missed you $alias!" He says as he strides towards you."Chiro!" You say just as he throws himself on top of you for a big hug. He laughs as he holds you in his arms. He pulls away and a few strands of his red hair fall into his face and you grin, running your fingers through them."Where have you been?" you ask, still confused by his sudden disappearance. He sits down next to you."urgh, I left without talking to you, I'm sorry."He admits,"I had to rush off to a work meeting, so I didn't have time to see you before." He says, running a hand over my hands, making little circles on the top of it with his tumbs. "And how was your trip?" you ask, feeling genuinely curious. "It was incredibly dull!" He states, throwing himself back on the bed and you do the same while slowly looking into his deep brown eyes. "Really?"You laugh, leaning back to look at him. "Really, unbearable." "Why?" You ask. "Usually the work stuff is kind of aceptable, but being stuck with a bunch of old people trying to steal your youth is the worst!" He makes a pity face, "Do you know what it's like to spend months with people telling that everything you do and think is wrong?! Urghhh I was about to hang an old man with his own beard!" You laugh, "It must have been really tough." You say in support of him. He looks at you, smiling sincerely."I can't believe I've spent all this time without you friend." You smile at his words and he comes closer to you. "But to be honest," He comes close to your ear to whisper, "I miss a little more than just our conversations." He says, and his hands come closer to you, looking for your reaction.<</if>><<if $jeanperson is "woman">>She smiles with her cherry red lips and you look at the bat-masked woman you've seen for all the years you've worked at this job. Her outfit, as always, is a aquamarine dress with dark and silver detailing, that sits tightly on her body and pressing against her long curves, giving her a striking contrast, that is probably why she likes these colour combinations so much. "God, I've missed you $alias!" She says as she strides towards you."Chiro!" you say just as she throws himself on top of you for a big hug. She laughs as he holds you in her arms. She pulls away and a few strands of her red hair fall into her face and you grin, running your fingers through them."Where have you been?" You ask, still confused by her sudden disappearance. She sits down next to you."urgh, I left without talking to you, I'm sorry."She admits,"I had to rush off to a work meeting, so I didn't have time to see you before." She says, running a hand over my cheek. "And how was your trip?" you ask, feeling genuinely curious. "It was incredibly dull!" She says, throwing herself back on the bed and you do the same while slowly looking into her deep brown eyes. "Really?"You laugh, leaning back to look at her. "Really, unbearable." "Why?" You ask. "Usually the work stuff is kind of dull, but being stuck with a bunch of old people trying to steal your youth is the worst!" She makes a pity face, "Do you know what it's like to spend months with people telling that everything you do and think is wrong?! Urghhh I was about to hang an old man with his own beard!" You laugh, "It must have been really tough." You say in support of her. she looks at you, smiling sincerely."I can't believe I've spent all this time without you friend." You smile at her words and she comes closer to you. "But to be honest," She comes close to your ear to whisper, "I miss a little more than just our conversations." She says, and her hands come closer to you, looking for your reaction.<</if>> [[❈ You feel something bubbling up inside you, you had no idea how much you missed your dear client.🎔]] [[❈ You missed your friend.]] [[❈ You have a strange relationship, to say the least, but you missed your dear client.]]

<<if $jeanperson is "man">>You smile as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to a tender kiss, which he returns, kissing you with the same intensity. Your hands are draw to his hair, pulling a little his short, wavy strands, while his hands rest between your shoulders. You break away from each other after some time, seeking to recover your breath and he quickly begins to kiss you again, this time your face. kissing his way along your jawline and up to your neck like he needs, craves your touch, you breathe through your mouth, trying to catch your breath as you start to loosen his tie to gain more access to his throat. His hands leave the bed and begin to roam your body, playing with the edges of your robe, making your body shiver in anticipation. He smiles, lowering his head, as you squirm. His smile widens, not hiding his satisfaction at getting those pleading sounds out of you with just his slight touch. Little does he know just how his touch makes you feel, how you long for it, and how you dream of all those wonderful moments, trying to drown out the moments that you know you'll never have with him. You turn him over in bed, climbing onto his hips to kiss him deeper, continuing to take off his suit. He brings you closer to lock you in his passionated grip, while his hands run up and down in your back, causing you to moan in his soft lips, as his warm hands arouse your desire to be touched by him, exploring the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your outfit. He bite your lips softly as your hands begin to roam his soft and yet firm body, looking for any part of it to touch. The kiss between you two make the world around you fade away. You can only think of how sweet his lips taste and how much you've missed him. You can't get him out of your mind and these months without him showing up have left you feeling miserable, you've forced yourself to try and forget him, to try and forget his touch, his kisses and all his sweet words, but you haven't forgotten him. How could you forget all of this? You must be very ambitious. Ambitious and incredibly foolish. Stupidly silly for thinking so much about him, for feeling so much for such brief moments. 'He's your client, and he only wants one thing from you.' A wise part of your mind screams but you don't listen, completely absorbed in the moment, completely numbed by your ignorance. Ignorance is often a blessing, and you're more than happy to embrace that. As much as you would like to melt yourself in his kiss, something makes him stop. "Are you okay?"His voice makes you look at his face, only to see that a tear has landed on his cheek, you're crying. You were crying and didn't even realise it.<</if>><<if $jeanperson is "woman">>You smile as you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her to a tender kiss, which she returns, kissing you with the same intensity. Your hands are draw to her hair, pulling a little his shoulder-lenght, wavy strands, while her hands rest between your shoulders. You break away from each other after some time, seeking to recover your breath and she quickly begins to kiss you again, this time your face. kissing her way along your jawline and up to your neck like she needs, craves your touch, you breathe through your mouth, trying to catch your breath as you start to take off her necklace to gain more access to her throat. Her hands leave the bed and begin to roam your body, playing with the edges of your robe, making your body shiver in anticipation. She smiles, lowering her head, as you squirm. Her smile widens, not hiding her satisfaction at getting those pleading sounds out of you with just her slight touch. Little does she know just how her touch makes you feel, how you long for it, and how you dream of all those wonderful moments, trying to drown out the moments that you know you'll never have with her. You turn her over in bed, climbing onto her hips to kiss her deeper, playing with her bracelets just before you take them from her wrist. She brings you closer to lock you in her passionated grip, while her hands run up and down in your back, causing you to moan in her cherry soft lips, as her warm hands arouse your desire to be touched by her, exploring the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your outfit. She bite your lips softly as your hands begin to roam her soft and yet firm body, looking for any part of it to touch. The kiss between you two make the world around you fade away. You can only think of how sweet her lips taste just like cherries and how much you've missed her You can't get her out of your mind and these months without her showing up have left you feeling miserable, you've forced yourself to try and forget her, to try and forget her touch, her kisses and all her sweet words, but you haven't forgotten her. How could you forget all of this? You must be very ambitious. Ambitious and incredibly foolish. Stupidly silly for thinking so much about her, for feeling so much for such brief moments. 'She's your client, and she only wants one thing from you.' A wise part of your mind screams but you don't listen, completely absorbed in the moment, completely numbed by your ignorance. Ignorance is often a blessing, and you're more than happy to embrace that. As much as you would like to melt yourself in her kiss, something makes her stop. "Are you okay?"Her voice makes you look at her face, only to see that a tear has landed on her cheek, you're crying. You were crying and didn't even realise it.<</if>> "I...I"You speech is interrupted by the violent opening of the door, which slams loudly, making you both turn to the door in shock. In the doorway stands a tall, slender figure of a... <<set $jean_love to 2>> [[❈ man][$fgender to "man"]] [[❈ woman][ $fgender to "woman"]]

<<if $jeanperson is "man">>The two of you have a strange relationship, you don't really know what you feel for him, obligation or friendship. He always talked to you on the nights he came to your arms, sometimes seeming quite upset. Many customers come and go every day, but from afar he managed to stand out from the others. Occupying a strange place in your job and in your memory. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tender kiss, which he returns. Your hands pull at the hair on the back of his head and his hands rest between your shoulders. You part from you break away from each other after some time kissing, seeking to recover your breath and he quickly begins to move down the kiss, kissing his way along your jawline, trying to catch your breath as you start to loosen his tie to gain more access to his throat area. His hands leave the bed and begin to roam your body, playing with the edges of your robe. He smiles, lowering his head. You turn him over in bed, climbing onto his hips to kiss him and continue taking off his suit. He brings you closer to another kiss, while his hands run up and down in your back, causing you to moan in his soft lips, as his warm hands arouse your desire to be touched by him, exploring the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your outfit. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love <=2>>You find yourself unable to contain your thoughts as you kiss him, thinking about the one you desire. Bruno always comes to mind in your encounters, where you can imagine his fingers running through you with affection, his warm body on yours, his sweet voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You've often wondered what he'd be like in bed, would he be gentle? Rough with you? You catch a breath. Thoughts are all you have and they're what you cling to during the working nights. You can almost hear his voice, his touch, and if you wish enough, maybe even his honey eyes, both tender and sweet.<</if>><</if>><<if $jeanperson is "woman">>The two of you have a strange relationship, you don't really know what you feel for her, obligation or friendship. She always talked to you on the nights she came to your arms, sometimes seeming quite upset. Many customers come and go every day, but from afar she managed to stand out from the others. Occupying a strange place in your job and in your memory. You smile as you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into a tender kiss, which she returns, kissing you with the same intensity. Your hands pull at the hair on the back of her head and her hands rest between your shoulders. You part from you break away from each other after some time kissing, seeking to recover your breath and she quickly begins to move down the kiss, you breathe through your mouth, trying to catch your breath as you start to loosen her tie to gain more access to her throat area. Her hands leave the bed and begin to roam your body, playing with the edges of your robe. She smiles, lowering her head. You turn her over in bed, climbing onto her hips to kiss her and continue taking off her suit. She brings you closer to another kiss, while her hands run up and down in your back, causing you to moan in her soft lips, exploring the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your outfit. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love <=2>>You find yourself unable to contain your thoughts as you kiss him, thinking about the one you desire. Bruno always comes to mind in your encounters, where you can imagine his fingers running through you with affection, his warm body on yours, his sweet voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You've often wondered what he'd be like in bed, would he be gentle? Rough with you? You catch a breath. Thoughts are all you have and they're what you cling to during the working nights. You can almost hear his voice, his touch, and if you wish enough, maybe even his honey eyes, both tender and sweet.<</if>><</if>> Suddenly your making up session is interrupted by the violent opening of the door, which slams loudly, making you both turn to the door in shock. In the doorway stands a tall, slender figure of a... [[❈ man][$fgender to "man"]] [[❈ woman][ $fgender to "woman"]]

<<if $jeanperson is "man">> You look confusedly at the man at the door, who takes several deep breaths while he enters the room, closing the door behind him. His short ginger hair, which should be slicked back, seems to mock the hair gel and goes in whichever direction it pleases, his navy blue suit is crumpled and his red tie undone, but one thing that draws your attention is the shiny ring on his left hand. Your silent investigation of the figure who has invaded your room ends the moment you meet his green eyes, which are quite red from... crying? "Shit." Your companion almost whispers, as if finally realizing the person who has entered the room, and you turn to him, frowning. He looks back at you with a face that you can't quite tell if it's pity or despair, probably both. Emerald green eyes stare crookedly between the two of you, if magic existed you'd probably be on flames right now from the intensity of his gaze. Your companion throws you slightly to the side, so that he can get out from under you, aiming to keep you out of the discussion that has just begun. "Francis... what are you doing here?" He asks, and you wonder what's going on, who is this Francis? <<if $jean_love == "2">>The ring gleams again on the finger of the man who invaded your room and you feel the denial constricting your throat. He... He's not married. In all these years...he's never talked about a partner, certainly about his parents, about the world around him, but never...never about a relationship. <</if>> "What-" He interrupts himself with a laugh, "What am I doing here?" He shakes his head and laughs as if your partner had asked him a silly question. But then his countenance changes, "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?"He shouts, making you flinch a little on the mattress."I've come to see the important meeting my husband had, that was sooo important that instead of finding him home after a damn two-month trip, I only find his suitcases. Ha! And what's worse! In the end this is where I find him, enveloped in the filthy arms of a prostitute!" <<if $jean_love == "2">>N-No... He never said... You sigh mentally. Of course he never said anything, he had no obligation to tell you anything. You were so naive. You feel your throat constrict with every word that comes out of his mouth. They're not meant to harm you, but God, how they hurt you. <</if>> He approaches as he speaks. Each step echoes in the corners of the room that was once filled with the sounds of affection and is now so desperately silent. "Sooo my dear husband, was it nice to reunite with your little whore?" Says the man, Francis, approaching you again with a sneer in his thin, colorless lips. The red hair in front of you, sighs deeply, as if already used to with his outbursts."Francis-" "Francis?! Ha! I'm glad you still know your husband's name, //Jean//!" His words come out like venom, while he aggressively pull back some of his orangish strands. The atmosphere in the room gets heavier and heavier with each passing second until Jean, it seems that you know his name now, gets up from the bed to walk closer to the man who blocks the door. "Listen, let's talk outside, this doesn't have to be solved here." He says, with a dry, diplomatic tone that seems strange in his mouth, which is always full of jokes and sweet words. "Aaaah, now you want to settle it outside, is that so you don't embarrass your little slut?" He gives you a disgusted smile that makes you want to retort, but you hold back. "That's enough! For God's sake Francis, let's try and sort this out somewhere appropriate." "That's enough? That's enough?! My parents are going to find out about this! Ha! How blind could I been..." "Blind indeed!" Your partner's voice becomes louder, losing all his restrained composure, "You have to be very blind to believe that there was any feeling in our relationship, at least I never harboured any false hopes to you!" He says, gesturing wildly around the room, "To tell you the truth, it's about time we put an end to this madness." Francis shakes his head uneasily, and looks at you again with a gaze that could burn holes into your $skin skin."For...how long have you been visiting to this place?" he asks, looking back at Jean, who just throws his head back while sighing loudly,"It's not your business." He says, clicking his tongue, but like a rampant car, Francis rushes up and slaps Jean across the face, causing him to turn away sharply. Francis then looks at him with disgust, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN VISITING THIS PLACE?" He shouts this time and Jean composes himself, looking him in the eye once more."Since our bloody engagement." He says, without a hint of remorse on his voice. He shakes his head, "I...How, why?" Furious tears begin to fall from his eyes. He frowns seeing his exaggerated reaction."Francis, let's go..." Jean begins but is slapped again, this time more lightly but still bringing a reflex response out of him. And with his face out of your field of vision, he sees you and a face of complete anger replaces one of tears and he rushes towards you. Jean quickly attempts to grab him but fails to do so. Francis reaches you and you try to get out of bed, but he pulls at your clothing, grabbing you to make you look at him. "You pretentious cunt! What's it like to know that you've been in bed with a married man, you dirty bastard!" He quickly tries to remove your mask but Jean grabs his wrists and pulls him off you with surprising force. "That's enough!"He pulls him to look him in the eye, that seems to switch from anger to shame the moment his green irises meet his brown ones."I'm sorry, I..." The moment that he was apologising, the door is slammed open, hitting the wall and possibly leaving a hole in the surface where it came in contact with the handle. Two guards burst in, who appear clearly enraged, stand in the doorway and stare at the scene. "You!" One of the guards points out and approaches with his companion in large strides and grabs the ginger, " What the hell? Get your hands off me, I'm a goddamn lawyer." His crying stops and becomes a failed attempt to free himself from the security guard's strong grip. The other security guard turns to the red-haired man, who speaks to him."Look, I don't know how he got in here, but it's good that you came to the res-"The security guard grabs him too, leading him towards the exit."Hey! Hey! Calm down, I'm a client, we've seen each other several times!"He tries to defend himself, to stay in place, but the guard overcomes his strength and pulls him away, without saying a word. He turns around crookedly, looking at you with those pitiable eyes that only he has."I'll be back," he declares, but what difference do his words make? <<if $jean_love == "2">>What difference does an explanation make? You look down, avoiding his gaze, avoiding hurting yourself more by watching the moment he flinches at your act and his eyebrows frown sorrowfully.<</if>> <</if>><<if $jeanperson is "woman">> You look confusedly at the man at the door, who takes several deep breaths while he enters the room, closing the door behind him. His short ginger hair, which should be slicked back, seems to mock the hair gel and goes in whichever direction it pleases, his navy blue suit is crumpled and his red tie undone, but one thing that draws your attention is the shiny ring on his left hand. Your silent investigation of the figure who has invaded your room ends the moment you meet his green eyes, which are quite red from... crying? "Shit." Your companion almost whispers, as if finally realizing the person who has entered the room, and you turn to her, frowning. She looks back at you with a face that you can't quite tell if it's pity or despair, probably both. Emerald green eyes stare crookedly between the two of you, if magic existed you'd probably be on flames right now from the intensity of his gaze. Your companion throws you slightly to the side, so that she can get out from under you, aiming to keep you out of the discussion that has just begun. "Francis... what are you doing here?" She asks, and you wonder what's going on, who is this Francis? <<if $jean_love == "2">>The ring gleams again on the finger of the man who invaded your room and you feel the denial constricting your throat. She... She's not married. In all these years...she's never talked about a partner, certainly about her parents, about the world around her, but never...never about a relationship. <</if>> "What-" He interrupts himself with a laugh, "What am I doing here?" He shakes his head and laughs as if your partner had asked him a silly question. But then his countenance changes, "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?"He shouts, making you flinch a little on the mattress."I've come to see the important meeting my wife had, that was sooo important that instead of finding her home after a damn two-month trip, I only find her suitcases. Ha! And what's worse! In the end this is where I find her, enveloped in the filthy arms of a prostitute!" <<if $jean_love == "2">>N-No... She never said... You sigh mentally. Of course she never said anything, she had no obligation to tell you anything. You were so naive. You feel your throat constrict with every word that comes out of his mouth. They're not meant to harm you, but God, how they hurt you. <</if>> He approaches as he speaks. Each step echoes in the corners of the room that was once filled with the sounds of affection and is now so desperately silent. "Sooo my dear wife, was it nice to reunite with your little whore?" Says the man, Francis, approaching you again with a sneer in his thin, colorless lips. The red hair in front of you, sighs deeply, as if already used to with his outbursts."Francis-" "Francis?! Ha! I'm glad you still know your husband's name, //Jean//!" His words come out like venom, while he aggressively pull back some of his orangish strands. The atmosphere in the room gets heavier and heavier with each passing second until Jean, it seems that you know her name now, gets up from the bed to walk closer to the man who blocks the door. "Listen, let's talk outside, this doesn't have to be solved here." She says, with a dry, diplomatic tone that seems strange in her mouth, which is always full of jokes and sweet words. "Aaaah, now you want to settle it outside, is that so you don't embarrass your little slut?" He gives you a disgusted smile that makes you want to retort, but you hold back. "That's enough! For God's sake Francis, let's try and sort this out somewhere appropriate." "That's enough? That's enough?! My parents are going to find out about this! Ha! How blind could I been..." "Blind indeed!" Your partner's voice becomes louder, losing all her restrained composure, "You have to be very blind to believe that there was any feeling in our relationship, at least I never harboured any false hopes to you!" She says, gesturing wildly around the room, "To tell you the truth, it's about time we put an end to this madness." Francis shakes his head uneasily, and looks at you again with a gaze that could burn holes into your $skin skin."For...how long have you been visiting to this place?" He asks, looking back at Jean, who just throws her head back while sighing loudly,"It's not your business." She says, clicking her tongue, but like a rampant car, Francis rushes up and slaps Jean across the face, causing her to turn away sharply. Francis then looks at her with disgust, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN VISITING THIS PLACE?" He shouts this time and Jean composes herself, looking him in the eye once more."Since our bloody engagement." She says, without a hint of remorse on his voice. He shakes his head, "I...How, why?" Furious tears begin to fall from his eyes. she frowns seeing his exaggerated reaction."Francis, let's go..." Jean begins but is slapped again, this time more lightly but still bringing a reflex response out of her. And with her face out of your field of vision, he sees you and a face of complete anger replaces one of tears and he rushes towards you. Jean quickly attempts to grab him but fails to do so. Francis reaches you and you try to get out of bed, but he pulls at your clothing, grabbing you to make you look at him. "You pretentious cunt! What's it like to know that you've been in bed with a married woman, you dirty bastard!" He quickly tries to remove your mask but Jean grabs his wrists and pulls him off you with surprising force. "That's enough!"She pulls him to look him in the eye, that seems to switch from anger to shame the moment his green irises meet her brown ones."I'm sorry, I..." The moment that he was apologising, the door is slammed open, hitting the wall and possibly leaving a hole in the surface where it came in contact with the handle. Two guards burst in, who appear clearly enraged, stand in the doorway and stare at the scene. "You!" One of the guards points out and approaches with his companion in large strides and grabs the ginger, " What the hell? Get your hands off me, I'm a goddamn lawyer." His crying stops and becomes a failed attempt to free himself from the security guard's strong grip. The other security guard turns to the red-haired woman, who speaks to him."Look, I don't know how he got in here, but it's good that you came to the res-"The security guard grabs her too, leading her towards the exit."Hey! Hey! Calm down, I'm a client, we've seen each other several times!"She tries to defend himself, to stay in place, but the guard overcomes her strength and pulls her away, without saying a word. She turns around crookedly, looking at you with those pitiable eyes that only she has."I'll be back," She declares, but what difference do her words make? <<if $jean_love == "2">>What difference does an explanation make? You look down, avoiding her gaze, avoiding hurting yourself more by watching the moment she flinches at your act and her eyebrows frown sorrowfully.<</if>> <</if>> <div class="Next">[[Next|28]]</div> <<if $fgender is "man">><<set $fperson to "man", $fthey to "he", $fthem to "him", $ftheir to "his", $ftheirs to "his", $fchild to "boy", $fbeauty to "handsome", $fkid to "son", $fhono to "mr", $ftittle to "lord", $fsibbling to "brother", $fparent to "dad", $fmarriage to "husband">><</if>>

<<if $jeanperson is "man">> You look confusedly at the woman at the door, who takes several deep breaths while he enters the room, closing the door behind her. Her short ginger hair, which should be slicked back, seems to mock the hair gel and goes in whichever direction it pleases, her navy blue suit is crumpled and her red tie undone, but one thing that draws your attention is the shiny ring on her left hand that matches her golden earrings. Your silent investigation of the figure who has invaded your room ends the moment you meet her green eyes, which are quite red from... crying? "Shit." Your companion almost whispers, as if finally realizing the person who has entered the room, and you turn to him, frowning. He looks back at you with a face that you can't quite tell if it's pity or despair, probably both. Emerald green eyes stare crookedly between the two of you, if magic existed you'd probably be on flames right now from the intensity of her gaze. Your companion throws you slightly to the side, so that he can get out from under you, aiming to keep you out of the discussion that has just begun. "Francis... what are you doing here?" He asks, and you wonder what's going on, who is this Francis? <<if $jean_love == "2">>The ring gleams again on the finger of the woman who invaded your room and you feel the denial constricting your throat. He... He's not married. In all these years...he's never talked about a partner, certainly about his parents, about the world around him, but never...never about a relationship. <</if>> "What-" She interrupts himself with a laugh, "What am I doing here?" she shakes her head and laughs as if your partner had asked her a silly question. But then her countenance changes, "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?"She shouts, making you flinch a little on the mattress."I've come to see the important meeting my husband had, that was sooo important that instead of finding him home after a damn two-month trip, I only find his suitcases. Ha! And what's worse! In the end this is where I find him, enveloped in the filthy arms of a prostitute!" <<if $jean_love == "2">>N-No... He never said... You sigh mentally. Of course he never said anything, he had no obligation to tell you anything. You were so naive. You feel your throat constrict with every word that comes out of his mouth. They're not meant to harm you, but God, how they hurt you. <</if>> She approaches as she speaks. Each step echoes in the corners of the room that was once filled with the sounds of affection and is now so desperately silent. "Sooo my dear husband, was it nice to reunite with your little whore?" Says the woman, Francis, approaching you again with a sneer in her thin, colorless lips. The red hair in front of you, sighs deeply, as if already used to with her outbursts."Francis-" "Francis?! Ha! I'm glad you still know your wife's name, //Jean//!" Her words come out like venom, while she aggressively pull back some of her orangish strands. The atmosphere in the room gets heavier and heavier with each passing second until Jean, it seems that you know his name now, gets up from the bed to walk closer to the man who blocks the door. "Listen, let's talk outside, this doesn't have to be solved here." He says, with a dry, diplomatic tone that seems strange in his mouth, which is always full of jokes and sweet words. "Aaaah, now you want to settle it outside, is that so you don't embarrass your little slut?" She gives you a disgusted smile that makes you want to retort, but you hold back. "That's enough! For God's sake Francis, let's try and sort this out somewhere appropriate." "That's enough? That's enough?! My parents are going to find out about this! Ha! How blind could I been..." "Blind indeed!" Your partner's voice becomes louder, losing all his restrained composure, "You have to be very blind to believe that there was any feeling in our relationship, at least I never harboured any false hopes to you!" He says, gesturing wildly around the room, "To tell you the truth, it's about time we put an end to this madness." Francis shakes her head uneasily, and looks at you again with a gaze that could burn holes into your $skin skin."For...how long have you been visiting to this place?" She asks, looking back at Jean, who just throws his head back while sighing loudly,"It's not your business." He says, clicking his tongue, but like a rampant car, Francis rushes up and slaps Jean across the face, causing him to turn away sharply. Francis then looks at him with disgust, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN VISITING THIS PLACE?" She shouts this time and Jean composes himself, looking her in the eye once more."Since our bloody engagement." He says, without a hint of remorse on his voice. She shakes his head, "I...How, why?" Furious tears begin to fall from her eyes. He frowns seeing his exaggerated reaction."Francis, let's go..." Jean begins but is slapped again, this time more lightly but still bringing a reflex response out of him. And with his face out of your field of vision, she sees you and a face of complete anger replaces one of tears and she rushes towards you. Jean quickly attempts to grab her but fails to do so. Francis reaches you and you try to get out of bed, but she pulls at your clothing, grabbing you to make you look at her. "You pretentious cunt! What's it like to know that you've been in bed with a married woman, you dirty bastard!" she quickly tries to remove your mask but Jean grabs her wrists and pulls her off you with surprising force. "That's enough!"He pulls her to look her in the eye, that seems to switch from anger to shame the moment her green irises meet his brown ones."I'm sorry, I..." The moment that she was apologising, the door is slammed open, hitting the wall and possibly leaving a hole in the surface where it came in contact with the handle. Two guards burst in, who appear clearly enraged, stand in the doorway and stare at the scene. "You!" One of the guards points out and approaches with his companion in large strides and grabs the ginger, " What the hell? Get your hands off me, I'm a goddamn lawyer." Her crying stops and becomes a failed attempt to free herself from the security guard's strong grip. The other security guard turns to the red-haired man, who speaks to him."Look, I don't know how she got in here, but it's good that you came to the res-"The security guard grabs him too, leading him towards the exit."Hey! Hey! Calm down, I'm a client, we've seen each other several times!"He tries to defend himself, to stay in place, but the guard overcomes his strength and pulls him away, without saying a word. He turns around crookedly, looking at you with those pitiable eyes that only he has."I'll be back," he declares, but what difference do his words make? <<if $jean_love == "2">>What difference does an explanation make? You look down, avoiding his gaze, avoiding hurting yourself more by watching the moment he flinches at your act and his eyebrows frown sorrowfully.<</if>> <</if>><<if $jeanperson is "woman">> You look confusedly at the woman at the door, who takes several deep breaths while he enters the room, closing the door behind her. Her short ginger hair, which should be slicked back, seems to mock the hair gel and goes in whichever direction it pleases, her navy blue suit is crumpled and her red tie undone, but one thing that draws your attention is the shiny ring on her left hand that matches her golden earrings. Your silent investigation of the figure who has invaded your room ends the moment you meet her green eyes, which are quite red from... crying? "Shit." Your companion almost whispers, as if finally realizing the person who has entered the room, and you turn to her, frowning. She looks back at you with a face that you can't quite tell if it's pity or despair, probably both. Emerald green eyes stare crookedly between the two of you, if magic existed you'd probably be on flames right now from the intensity of her gaze. Your companion throws you slightly to the side, so that she can get out from under you, aiming to keep you out of the discussion that has just begun. "Francis... what are you doing here?" She asks, and you wonder what's going on, who is this Francis? <<if $jean_love == "2">>The ring gleams again on the finger of the woman who invaded your room and you feel the denial constricting your throat. She... She's not married. In all these years...she's never talked about a partner, certainly about her parents, about the world around her, but never...never about a relationship. <</if>> "What-" She interrupts himself with a laugh, "What am I doing here?" She shakes her head and laughs as if your partner had asked her a silly question. But then her countenance changes, "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?"She shouts, making you flinch a little on the mattress."I've come to see the important meeting my wife had, that was sooo important that instead of finding her home after a damn two-month trip, I only find her suitcases. Ha! And what's worse! In the end this is where I find her, enveloped in the filthy arms of a prostitute!" <<if $jean_love == "2">>N-No... She never said... You sigh mentally. Of course she never said anything, she had no obligation to tell you anything. You were so naive. You feel your throat constrict with every word that comes out of his mouth. They're not meant to harm you, but God, how they hurt you. <</if>> She approaches as she speaks. Each step echoes in the corners of the room that was once filled with the sounds of affection and is now so desperately silent. "Sooo my dear wife, was it nice to reunite with your little whore?" Says the woman, Francis, approaching you again with a sneer in her thin, colorless lips. The red hair in front of you, sighs deeply, as if already used to with her outbursts."Francis-" "Francis?! Ha! I'm glad you still know your wife's name, //Jean//!" Her words come out like venom, while she aggressively pull back some of her orangish strands. The atmosphere in the room gets heavier and heavier with each passing second until Jean, it seems that you know her name now, gets up from the bed to walk closer to the man who blocks the door. "Listen, let's talk outside, this doesn't have to be solved here." She says, with a dry, diplomatic tone that seems strange in her mouth, which is always full of jokes and sweet words. "Aaaah, now you want to settle it outside, is that so you don't embarrass your little slut?" She gives you a disgusted smile that makes you want to retort, but you hold back. "That's enough! For God's sake Francis, let's try and sort this out somewhere appropriate." "That's enough? That's enough?! My parents are going to find out about this! Ha! How blind could I been..." "Blind indeed!" Your partner's voice becomes louder, losing all her restrained composure, "You have to be very blind to believe that there was any feeling in our relationship, at least I never harboured any false hopes to you!" She says, gesturing wildly around the room, "To tell you the truth, it's about time we put an end to this madness." Francis shakes her head uneasily, and looks at you again with a gaze that could burn holes into your $skin skin."For...how long have you been visiting to this place?" She asks, looking back at Jean, who just throws her head back while sighing loudly,"It's not your business." She says, clicking her tongue, but like a rampant car, Francis rushes up and slaps Jean across the face, causing her to turn away sharply. Francis then looks at her with disgust, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN VISITING THIS PLACE?" she shouts this time and Jean composes herself, looking her in the eye once more."Since our bloody engagement." She says, without a hint of remorse on her voice. He shakes her head, "I...How, why?" Furious tears begin to fall from her eyes. she frowns seeing his exaggerated reaction."Francis, let's go..." Jean begins but is slapped again, this time more lightly but still bringing a reflex response out of her. And with her face out of your field of vision, she sees you and a face of complete anger replaces one of tears and she rushes towards you. Jean quickly attempts to grab her but fails to do so. Francis reaches you and you try to get out of bed, but she pulls at your clothing, grabbing you to make you look at her. "You pretentious cunt! What's it like to know that you've been in bed with a married woman, you dirty bastard!" She quickly tries to remove your mask but Jean grabs her wrists and pulls her off you with surprising force. "That's enough!"She pulls him to look her in the eye, that seems to switch from anger to shame the moment her green irises meet her brown ones."I'm sorry, I..." The moment that she was apologising, the door is slammed open, hitting the wall and possibly leaving a hole in the surface where it came in contact with the handle. Two guards burst in, who appear clearly enraged, stand in the doorway and stare at the scene. "You!" One of the guards points out and approaches with his companion in large strides and grabs the ginger, " What the hell? Get your hands off me, I'm a goddamn lawyer." Her crying stops and becomes a failed attempt to free himself from the security guard's strong grip. The other security guard turns to the red-haired woman, who speaks to him."Look, I don't know how he got in here, but it's good that you came to the res-"The security guard grabs her too, leading her towards the exit."Hey! Hey! Calm down, I'm a client, we've seen each other several times!"She tries to defend himself, to stay in place, but the guard overcomes her strength and pulls her away, without saying a word. She turns around crookedly, looking at you with those pitiable eyes that only she has."I'll be back," She declares, but what difference do her words make? <<if $jean_love == "2">>What difference does an explanation make? You look down, avoiding her gaze, avoiding hurting yourself more by watching the moment she flinches at your act and her eyebrows frown sorrowfully.<</if>> <</if>> <div class="Next">[[Next|28]]</div> <<if $fgender is "woman">><<set $fthey to "she", $fthem to "her", $ftheir to "her", $ftheirs to "hers", $fchild to "girl",$fbeauty to "pretty",$fkid to "daughter",$fhono to "ms",$ftittle to "lady",$fsibbling to "sister",$fparent to "mom", $fmarriage to "wife">> <</if>>

<<if $jeanperson is "man">>The two of you have a good relationship. You're quite happy talking to him and the evenings at work are not bad, you actually enjoy his touch, his kisses, a friendship with benefits is what he calls your meetings, and you find the silly concept amusing. You feel at ease with him and appreciate his friendship. He has always talked to you on the nights he came to your arms, sometimes seeming quite upset. Many customers come and go every day, but from afar he managed to stand out from the others. Occupying a strange place in your job and in your memory. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tender kiss, which he returns. Your hands pull at the hair on the back of his head and his hands rest between your shoulders. You part from you break away from each other after some time kissing, seeking to recover your breath and he quickly begins to move down the kiss, kissing his way along your jawline, trying to catch your breath as you start to loosen his tie to gain more access to his throat area. His hands leave the bed and begin to roam your body, playing with the edges of your robe. He smiles, lowering his head. You turn him over in bed, climbing onto his hips to kiss him and continue taking off his suit. He brings you closer to another kiss, while his hands run up and down in your back, causing you to moan in his soft lips, as his warm hands arouse your desire to be touched by him, exploring the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your outfit. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love <=2>>You find yourself unable to contain your thoughts as you kiss him, thinking about the one you desire. Bruno always comes to mind in your encounters, where you can imagine his fingers running through you with affection, his warm body on yours, his sweet voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You've often wondered what he'd be like in bed, would he be gentle? Rough with you? You catch a breath. Thoughts are all you have and they're what you cling to during the working nights. You can almost hear his voice, his touch, and if you wish enough, maybe even his honey eyes, both tender and sweet.<</if>><</if>><<if $jeanperson is "woman">>The two of you have a good relationship. You're quite happy talking to her and the evenings at work are not bad, you actually enjoy her touch, her kisses, a friendship with benefits is what she calls your meetings, and you find the silly concept amusing. You feel at ease with her and appreciate her friendship. She has always talked to you on the nights she came to your arms, sometimes seeming quite upset. Many customers come and go every day, but from afar she managed to stand out from the others. Occupying a strange place in your job and in your memory. You smile as you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into a tender kiss, which she returns, kissing you with the same intensity. Your hands pull at the hair on the back of her head and her hands rest between your shoulders. You part from you break away from each other after some time kissing, seeking to recover your breath and she quickly begins to move down the kiss, you breathe through your mouth, trying to catch your breath as you start to loosen her tie to gain more access to her throat area. Her hands leave the bed and begin to roam your body, playing with the edges of your robe. She smiles, lowering her head. You turn her over in bed, climbing onto her hips to kiss her and continue taking off her suit. She brings you closer to another kiss, while her hands run up and down in your back, causing you to moan in her soft lips, exploring the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your outfit. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love <=2>>You find yourself unable to contain your thoughts as you kiss her, thinking about the one you desire. Bruno always comes to mind in your encounters, where you can imagine his fingers running through you with affection, his warm body on yours, his sweet voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You've often wondered what he'd be like in bed, would he be gentle? Rough with you? You catch a breath. Thoughts are all you have and they're what you cling to during the working nights. You can almost hear his voice, his touch, and if you wish enough, maybe even his honey eyes, both tender and sweet.<</if>><</if>> Suddenly your making up session is interrupted by the violent opening of the door, which slams loudly, making you both turn to the door in shock. In the doorway stands a tall, slender figure of a... [[❈ man][$fgender to "man"]] [[❈ woman][ $fgender to "woman"]]

You breathe heavily, looking down at your ripped robe, and what has just happened slowly begins to sink in. But before you can think any more about it, Daniel and Ellis rush into your room like a hurricane, while another security guard walks up behind them. "For heaven's sake, are you all right, sugar?" Ellis says, running towards you. "Yeah, it was more of a scare," you say, trying to calm them down. "Thank the gods." Daniel says, coming up to you. "Oh! Your robe's been torn." "Ugh! That's absurd! I should teach that rude little rich kid a lesson," Ellis declares, as if deciding an internal war with Francis." But at least you didn't get hurt." Daniel finishes saying. "Yes! But who was that? The person in the bat mask was your gorgeous client, but the arrogant little prick?" Ellis asks, intrigued. "Now you just want to gossip," Daniel laughs, covering his smile with his hand. They open their mouths, pretending to be offended."Gossip?! No! I want information, I'm a very well informed person!" They laugh, "If you don't want to tell me, fine, but if you don't know, I'll find someone who does." They say in a more serious tone. "Calm down, I don't want you to get into trouble, and you don't have to find out anything," you sigh." T-That was my client's... $fmarriage." Their eyes bulge at the same moment, surprised. "Wow, in all these years in this field, I've never had seen someting like this happening before." "Odd, because we work for lots of married people," Daniel adds. "Yes, but most people these days pray for their partners to spend their nights in brothels than to stay at home."They shake their heads, "At least it was like this for my parents, thanks to that they're still married."They wink at you jokingly. You get out of bed and they get up with you, both frowning." Whoa! Where do you think you're going?" Ellis ask. You frown, "I'm going to change my robe, this one's torn." You answer without much thought. Daniel appears in front of you, his droopy eyes staring into yours."Don't you want some time to recover? Madame and Mr. Tadano aren't here, but you know you could just as well leave, your night is paid for and we can find someone to replace you at the event." He says, his voice sounding sweeter than usual, he seems really worried about you, maybe you look upset or worse you don't seem upset at all. <<if $jean_love ==2>>Maybe you just don't know how to feel after fidding out that the $jeanperson you loved so much for so many years was a married $jeanperson. Committed to someone and yet you felt that $jeanthey were yours and you $jeantheir. You feel that $jeanthey just saw you like any other patron, a mere plaything. Something inside of you broke and yet you can't find yourself to show it, you don't want to show it.<</if>> You sigh, "Guys, I-"'We're serious when we say it's okay, just stay if you really feel comfortable, because the night can be a real downer if you're not in the right mindset."Ellis interrupts you, also sounding worried about you. You open and close your mouth thinking about what you should do: [[❈ You decided to stay]] <<link "(warning⚠️)">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Warning: Choosing this can feature:"); Dialog.wiki("(Non-explicit sex scenes, more prostitution, vulgar language, excessive drinking, blood consumption and objectification of the MC. So if something makes you uncomfortable, please choose the one below!)"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> [[❈You decided to stay|❈ You decided to stay.]] <<link "(warning⚠️)">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Choosing this one will lead to a:"); Dialog.wiki("( fade to black scene after the event conversation.)"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

You mind was already setted. <<set $stay to "1">> "I'm staying, it doesn't hurt to have a bit more money to save."You reply and they look at each other, not sure of your choice."Right, but if you need anything...we're here, okay." They say and you smile."Of course!" You go to the changing room and change into a new robe, passing the reception desk to let them know you're available, the man at the counter glances at you but doesn't say anything, the gossip has probably spread. But you're not going to mind, so you walk back to your room to wait for your new client, when you're approached by a security guard that you know for years now. Sarah, she always stands near your room, guarding your door and the ones nearby. "$alias! I'm sorry! That bastard stole my keys, they called me, claiming that someone had fainted in the inspection room and stole them, locking me in there. I hope you're all right!" She ashamedly admits. "It wasn't your fault, and I'm fine! Don't worry," you say and she looks at you incredulously, not believing that you're so calm about everything that's happened."Are you sure you're all right?" she asks. "Yes, I'm fine! But if you can excuse me, I need to get back to my room, a client will be arriving soon."You say and she frowns, but pulls herself together and returns to the erect posture of a perfect guard."Right." You get ready and go back to your room and it appears as if nothing has happened, perfectly tidied up as if you had just arrived. The bed is made up again, with a new set of pearlescent, velvety sheets. The cleaning staff are incredibly efficient when it comes to cleaning the rooms, it's actually quite scary. But you stop thinking about it and sit on the bed waiting for your client who will soon arrive. You look at the corners, at the ceiling that remains dreadfully white, at the straight lines of the wall moldings, at the golden frames of the paintings. You take a sip of water, moistening your dry lips. You look in the mirror, checking your appearance, and you're perfect, beautifull as always, however you fail to find yourself even remotely something close to those words. You turn to the door again, counting down the seconds until you can be used again. <<if $jean_love ==2>> you've been used by every single one of them... without exception. <</if>> Thank God your client arrives and puts an end to your anxiety. <div class="Next">[[Next|❈ DS1]]</div>

You mind was already setted. <<set $stay to "2">> "I'm staying, it doesn't hurt to have a bit more money to save."You reply and they look at each other, not sure of your choice."Right, but if you need anything...we're here, okay." They say and you smile."Of course!" You go to the changing room and change into a new robe, passing the reception desk to let them know you're available, the man at the counter glances at you but doesn't say anything, the gossip has probably spread. But you're not going to mind, so you walk back to your room to wait for your new client, when you're approached by a security guard that you know for years now. Sarah, she always stands near your room, guarding your door and the ones nearby. "$alias! I'm sorry! That bastard stole my keys, they called me, claiming that someone had fainted in the inspection room and stole them, locking me in there. I hope you're all right!" She ashamedly admits. "It wasn't your fault, and I'm fine! Don't worry," you say and she looks at you incredulously, not believing that you're so calm about everything that's happened."Are you sure you're all right?" she asks. "Yes, I'm fine! But if you can excuse me, I need to get back to my room, a client will be arriving soon."You say and she frowns, but pulls herself together and returns to the erect posture of a perfect guard."Right." You get ready and go back to your room and it appears as if nothing has happened, perfectly tidied up as if you had just arrived. The bed is made up again, with a new set of pearlescent, velvety sheets. The cleaning staff are incredibly efficient when it comes to cleaning the rooms, it's actually quite scary. But you stop thinking about it and sit on the bed waiting for your client who will soon arrive. You look at the corners, at the ceiling that remains dreadfully white, at the straight lines of the wall moldings, at the golden frames of the paintings. You take a sip of water, moistening your dry lips. You look in the mirror, checking your appearance, and you're perfect, beautifull as always, however you fail to find yourself even remotely something close to those words. You turn to the door again, counting down the seconds until you can be used again. <<if $jean_love ==2>> you've been used by every single one of them... without exception. <</if>> Thank God your client arrives and puts an end to your anxiety. <div class="Next">[[Next|❈ DS1.2]]</div>

<<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> enters the room quietly, and you look at $jeanthem, letting the veil of your robe fall to the sides. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>>'s one of your regulars, always popping in from time to time. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> is short and his raven hair is cutted down to the lenght of $jeantheir ears. <<print $jeantheir.toUpperFirst()>> clothes are neat and well-kept, in warm and cool tones that seem to play and swirl on the fabric. <<print $jeantheir.toUpperFirst()>> flat mask is completely white with reddish details, $jeanthey approaches you moving with curiosity. "Soo... darling, I heard that you were attacked by a out-of-control $fmarriage? What a fuss."<<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> says, with $jeantheir rispid voice."Are you good?" "Indeed I was..." You begin, as you get up to approach $jeanthem, walking in slow, practiced steps, you know what your clients like and although there are some like... Chiro who liked conversations, others prefer action. You get close enough to run your hand over $jeantheir clothes, slowly smoothing them until you reach the collar, pulling $jeanthem to you."and I feel so bad because of it..."You let out a whisper as you continue to smooth $jeantheir clothes, this time touching $jeantheir tanned skin a little more. You look at his dark eyes."Sooo, so bad."You whisper, and you know you that $jeanthey is at your mercy. "But will you make me better...Won't you,darling?" <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> opens and closes his mouth, taken aback by your soft tone. "I will..."Now completelly lost by your actions $jeanthey pulls you close, stealing a kiss, and like a good...professional, you know what you have to do. So just like that your dance is set. You are kissing $jeanthem as if you could lose yourself in this action, in this fleeting moment you have all you need. Your body and mind is $jeantheir to take. Your hands go down to quickly remove their clothes, searching for what really matters. Your hands remove the top of $jeantheir clothes, throwing them on the floor with a smile that matches your client's. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> throws you on the bed, and now it's your turn to lose your outfit. <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> slowly takes off your robe, while $jeanthey kisses $jeantheir way up your arm to your shoulder. You can feel your fingers touching $jeantheir dark hair, as $jeantheir hands run up and down your waist, squeezing every part of you until they reach your bottom, giving a firm squeeze that causes you to groan in $jeantheir lips. <<if $jean_love ==2>> You do what you do mindlessly, trying to reduce your pain and sorrows in your work, doing what you do best, with your mouth, with your body. But the hands that touch you aren't the ones you want, the mouth that kisses you doesn't have $jeantheir flavour. The feeling of desire you've always had for... Chiro, Jean, God, you don't even know what to call $jeanthem anymore; leaves you with a heavy feeling, you don't want to think about it. So, as always, you push the feelings away, and your mouth meets another customer's lips, nothing changed but you know that something was lost.<</if>> <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love <=2>>It's funny how once again, to drown your sorrows, your thoughts turn to Bruno, no matter how bad things may seem, the memory of him always brings you an instant of happiness. <</if>> <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> trails kisses down your body. You hold $jeantheir hair while $jeanthem moves down to kiss your belly, your upper thighs, no part of your body is left unattended. You hold onto the bed when $jeanthey kisses your mouth intensely once more. After some hours your dance is over, you're in bed, in a mess you don't want to look at. Your client gets up and puts on $jeantheir clothes again, coming over to you and kissing you on the cheek, "I'll see you another time, cute." <<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> leaves, while you take a look to the clock. two fifty. You sigh and start getting ready for the meeting. <div class="Next">[[Next|❈ DS2]]</div>

You arrive in the changing room, where some people are getting ready, applying make-up or adjusting their robes. About five people have been invited for the meeting, including you, Daniel and Ellis. The moment you step into the room, people stare at you. You just keep walking until a couple of people stop to talk to you."Is it true that some crazy person stole the keys from security and broke into your room?" a tall person asks you, "I heard that they tried to harm you! Is true that they had a knife?" Another shorter person asks. You glace at them, not knowing what to say, when a familiar voice speaks."Get away from $them, you vultures, you're not from the Gazette!"Ellis says walking closer with Daniel, and hitting the people who came to question you with a fan, a stupidly huge and white fan. Your friends take you away and the others just grumble quietly as they go back to preparing themselves for the event. When you reach their dressing tables, you sit down. "How are you?" Daniel asks as he braids his hair, staring at you and not even looking where each strand of hair goes, it seems to come naturally to him. "Well, why? You ask as if I haven't already said that I'm fine." You roll your eyes while you start to <<if $hairlenght =="hip-lenght hair">>take your time to properly brush your very long hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="shoulder-lenght hair">>take your time to properly brush your long hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="chin-lenght hair">>take some time to properly brush your $hair hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="short hair">>take a few seconds to properly brush your short hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="very short hair">>take a few seconds to properly brush your very short hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="buzzcut">>pass your hand in your buzzcut, glad that you don't have to style your hair. <</if>> "No! We don't doubt you, but just to be sure." Ellis says in Daniel's aid.<<if $jean_love ==2>> waiting a bit to add, "You really seemed to be quite fond of that client." Daniel just nods in agreement. You click your tongue."<<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> was just a client" You retort. "Suree..."They reply and Daniel shakes his head.<</if>> You change into a longer robe. Its fabric is less transparent than your normal dressing gowns, more thickly textured but not completely opaque. Made in a beautiful shade of white and adorned with golden flowers details on the edges, it gives a more refined touch to your outfit, perfect for dates like these. You take another look at yourself on your dressing table, making sure you're presentable, you put your $mask mask back on, tightening it so it doesn't come off, while you wait for them to call you. <div class="Next">[[Next|❈ DS3]]</div>

You walk through the corridors, heading towards the room that was made for occasions like this. Madame always said that she didn't like customers taking us to other places, so she built this great salon to withstand any desire for meeting and pleasure that customers might desire. You arrive at the large white and golden door, and the moment it is opened you see the people standing in front of a long off-white marble table. Five people, all dressed in well-made clothes, adorned and decorated in dark colours: three women and two men. The room is vast and gets changed every time, being the most expensive and sought-after space. It now has five round beds, one in each corner, filled with cosy blankets and pillows. In each corner there are different flowers, red roses, white roses, glasses of milk... and you understand that the flowers represent each one of the individual present, who have the same flowers in front of them. The guards stand by while the five of you walk forward in the trained same pace to the free space in front of the table. When you stop, the door is close, and you hear the turning of the keys. You are locked in with them until their time expires. The five participants look at you, their masks resembling dark veils on their faces, covering their appearances. "You must choose one of us to spend the night after our meeting." The woman in the tables head says." And to make things more... interesting we would prefer that you choose now rather than after we start our conversation." You look at your colleagues, who look at each other, a little excited at being able to decide who they're going to spend the night with. Acknowledging their excitement and her command, you begin to look at the members of the group: [[❈ The red roses gentleman]] [[❈ The iris lady]] [[❈ The glasses of milk gentleman]] [[❈ The snapdragon lady]] [[❈ the white roses lady]]

You turn to the woman with the spiky platinum hair that flows down to her hips, who sits in the middle of her companions. The veil covers the upper part of her extremely pale face, leaving only a pinkish part on her cheeks and her crimson-coloured lips. Her champagne long-strap blouse is topped with a black overcoat in the same colour as her flare pants. She has a very refined, professional look that is accompanied by gold and shinny red jewellery. She looks at you group direction, still without expressing any reaction, running her long red nails over the snapdragon flower in front of her. Identifying her flower, you start looking for her bed, finding it full of blood-red snapdragons that contract on the black velvet bedsheet. Along with the flowers, you see some thin blades on a small bedside table. You frown and look at the woman again, realising that she's looking at you, you don't see her eyes, but you do notice her gaze on you, and you feel her urges. Your breath catches, she wants to taste more than just your body. She wants to taste your blood. You take a deep breath, that's certainly a particular fetish. You've never had a client who liked that. Should you give it a try? You don't think she's one to take things easy. [[you take a look at the others|❈ DS3]] [[You make your choice|youmakeyourchoice3]] <<link "⚠️">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Choosing this client will lead to scenes that feature:"); Dialog.wiki("(haematophilia)(sub mc))"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

Your eyes linger on the tall, thin man who sits between his companions. He is skinny and has a gaunt face, with extremely pale skin, contrasting with his black overcoat, which has silver edges that move across the fabric, forming different patterns. He has a pretentious smile on his wide, faintly rosy-coloured lips and a long milk glass flower on his side of the table. Identifying his flower, you try to catch a glimpse of his bed, which is surrounded by vases of milk glass bouquets, which stand out against the black of the silk sheets. As well as the flowers, you notice various types of sweets, fruits, and food alongside the bouquets. You frown and look at the guy again, realising that he's facing you, you don't see his eyes but you know he's looking at you, and somehow you feel his hunger, he likes to use food during sexual intercourse, something you've only seen a few times in the course of your work. Maybe it would be a good idea to give it a try. [[you take a look at the others|❈ DS3]] [[You make your choice]] <<link "⚠️">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Choosing this client will lead to scenes that feature:"); Dialog.wiki("(sitophilia)(dom/sub mc)"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

Your eyes stop on the woman in the floral violet dress. Her bronze skin tone is filled with a couple of moles and her light chestnut wavy hair stops right at her chin. Her outfit is quite refined, coloured in an eye-catching shade of violet that contrasts with the silver jewellery that decorates both her neck and ears. You look down at her clasped hands, that are resting next to a single vibrant iris flower. Identifying her flower, you direct your gaze from the single flower to the bedding of flowers that surround and adorn the circular bed. Their petals are scattered across the black bedsheets, which lose their silky spotlight to the vibrant colour of the violet flowers. Petals which would look more eye-catching if you hadn't seen the purple-toned whip on a bedside table, filled with blooming vines that adorn its base and next to it a jar of golden liquor. You look at her again, realising that her eyes appear to be on you. The sight of her round face and purple bruise coloured lips make you shiver. She'll want to get more than moans of pleasure out of you. She's one of those who likes pain, whether it's her own or someone else's. You've already met some clients who were masochists, so it won't be much different, will it? [[you take a look at the others|❈ DS3]] [[You make your choice|youmakeyourchoice2]] <<link "⚠️">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Choosing this client will lead to scenes that feature:"); Dialog.wiki("(masochism)(dom/sub mc)"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

Your eyes stop on the man with the flamboyant clothes, wearing a crimson red suit with bluish tones on the inside of the blouse and on his trousers, giving him an striking look. He has lustrous black skin, hair arranged in dreadlocks that are tied back with a small gold chain. His face, like that of his other companions, is hidden by a dark veil, but you can clearly see his lips and some of his cheeks. somehow he look a lot handsome even with the veil hiding most of his features and eyes. You see the red rose in front of him, contrasting against the snow-white tablecloth, and you automatically look for his bed, finding one surrounded by flesh-coloured roses. The velvety black sheets contrast with something interesting on the bed. Ropes. There are several ropes scattered around the bed, as red as the roses. 'Interesting' you think, turning to look at the owner of the bed, realising that he's facing you, you don't see his eyes but you know he's looking at you, and somehow you feel his hunger, he likes to use to use ropes during sexual intercouse, something you've actually used to in the course of your work. Maybe it would be a good idea to give it a try. [[you take a look at the others|❈ DS3]] [[You make your choice|youmakeyourchoice1]] <<link "⚠️">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Choosing this client will lead to scenes that feature:"); Dialog.wiki("(breath control play/ being tied up by ropes/(dom/sub mc)"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

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After a very short moment, you and everyone else walk gracefully to their choosed clients. You stop next to the tall man who gives you a lopsided smile, probably pleased with your choice. Ellis goes to the woman in the last chair, and Daniel to the woman with the irises. Once each of them has been introduced, they sit down in their respective chairs and dinner begins. Different waiters come out of a single door in the corner that leads to the kitchen and put several different dishes on the table for each guest. Your chosen client has ordered a shrimp risotto, that has a delicious smell of fresh spices. They begin their meal, and you stand next to them. The man next to you eats his food slowly, as if he's disgusted by it. The only audible noise in the room for a while is the clattering of cutlery, when at one point the woman in the centre speaks."We haven't just come here to indulge in the cuisine offered by the house, my companions.We've come to talk about urgent matters."She says, her tone impeccably professional, meticulously measuring every word that comes out of her full carmine lips. Before continuing, she gestures with her hand, showing you bottles of drinks that are near each participant. Understanding the gesture and the empty glasses situated in front of each plate on the table, you take the bottles from a bucket full of ice and serve your receptive customers. The milk glass man's drink is a sort of vodka, mixed with some fruit and herb leaves, leaving it tinged with a sort of pinkish-orange colour. You pour the drink into his glass and afterwards he brings the glass to his lips, sipping the content. He finishes licking his lips and puts his glass back on the table."And what's this urgent business about?" He asks and you hear the man's deep but somehow smooth voice. "Yes, let's finish these affairs so that we can start the others."The girl with the irises laughs, looking at Daniel and quickly cutting a piece from the food on her plate. The woman frowns, "We didn't come here just to have fun, we have obligations to take care of as well." She says with a serious tone and the young woman who made the comment raises her eyebrows, "Right, sorry." She says, without another word, looking a little embarrassed . "Now let's start by talking about two individuals who continue to be a popular topic in the ministry," she says, running a hand through her long, coily hair. "Evergarden and Lavine." As soon as she says the first name, you hold back with all your will to not snap your neck towards her in shock, instead you have to pretend that the client's interests don't concern you and that they're safe to say whatever they want in this environment. <<set $guest to "Adam">> [[next|Ymc]]

The man next to you sighs, "Please not again. Last time we discussed them it took hours!" He brings his almost skeletal hands to his head and runs them through his medium-black hair. "I must agree it's an overdone topic," the snapdragon lady says, also seeming irritated by the topic. "As much as it seems a bit outdated, they both keep doing terrible and stupid things and everyone let's them!" She retorts and gets up from her seat, "We're as guilty as the ministers at the head, we let the situation escalate." She begins to walk towards her companions with her glass of white wine in hand, which she swings with every step. "Evergarden has become a disease in the city, spreading through areas of the town, with no one to restrain her." She gestures for you to refill her companions' glasses. The girl with the irises looks at her, while holding her glass to be refilled, "But how are we going to do anything? We don't have any concrete evidence or resources. Baseless accusations aren't substantiated." She says and her companion walks closer to her, getting closer to her face with a smirk. "And who says we're going to open a case?" She reveals and the other opens her mouth in surprise. "Wait!" Says the man with the red roses, impressed. "Don't tell me we're gathering the old group?" The woman's smile becomes wide, "I've already reunited a few of the old members." She smiles back, while the others seem quite happy with her words. The man next to you beams drinking from his glass in the moment you finish filling it, "Finally! It's been ages since we've done anything exciting!" He celebrates. " That //you// haven't done something exciting." The girl with the irises laughs and he just shakes his head, not minding her words. The standing woman leans on the table, "We'll sort her out, and solve Lavine's case." She returns to sit at the table."I still can't believe they managed to remove him from his position." She says. "Although he doesn't appear to be well for a while now, his son has replaced him several times, but no one really knows what's wrong with him."The man with the roses says, and the woman with the iris replies, "It must have been heartbreak."They burst into laughter as if it were an inside joke. " Everyone, focus, please." She smiles at her companion's misguided ethics. "Oh please! We all know that it was that little prick doing, that boy Nogueira, that started to think of himself as a man after he married the eldest daughter of the Nassor's," the snapdragon woman remarks, and you know who she's talking about, Maru's husband, the daughter of your contractors. They married a few years ago, she as a young woman with great potential in the area of management and he a young minister who had just been nominated. A beautiful couple they would be, if they were ever seen together. Many people say that their marriage was purely out of interest and that her parents needed a solid foundation in the family, as well as heirs. The years have passed and the youngest sister was the one to sire their first grandchild after marrying an engineer just under a year ago. "Please, that boy is not even half as good as her. She's a woman, he's a boy. She's right not to want to copulate with that ignoble man." The man with the red roses says, as if these were incontrovertible facts. "True," Says your client, "He's a real problem for us, he's explosive and acts on impulse. We have no way of knowing who's behind him and his sudden rise, nobody gets to the top like that without moving a few sticks." He says, finishing his drink in one gulp. The others imitate his gesture, drinking it all in one sip."You're right."The one with the roses says, raising his glass to be served again. And so everyone rises their glasses too and you pour the drinks for them. "We have to be careful with them, they may seem harmless but they're worse than sharks, just waiting for a breach to attack." That's why I'm sending one of our people to spy on them, to find something valuable for us."She finishes speaking, raising her glass for a toast."We'll leave them in the dirt!" They join in the toast, clink their glasses and finish their drink. The iris woman finishes her drink and raises her glass with a shout, "This is for you, my dear brothers!" Everyone raises their glasses and remains silent, as a gesture of respect. As she puts the chalice down, the same woman who started the chalice-raising says, "Hey, is the work done? Can we move on to the fun?" She asks, placing the glass on the table and looking at her friends. They all look at the figure at the end of the table, who smiles, shaking her head."God help me," She laughs."We can, I'm not going to lie, I want to start the fun too." She says, turning to Elli who smiles back. And so they all turn to their companions for the evening. The tall man turns completely to you, "You have no idea how much I've been waiting to get your pretty little mouth in action." He says, running his fingers over your lips and leading you to his bed. <<if $stay is "1">>[[next|Ymc0]]<</if>><<if $stay is "2">>[[Reaching the bed, you do your job, leaving both of you to rest for the time being.|The time is up]]<</if>>

He takes you to his bed and gestures for you to sit next to him. You sit down, feeling the mattress of the bed sink slightly with your combined weights. He turns round, taking off his overcoat, and picking up a slice of cake, with cherries on top. "Open your mouth." He commands and you do it. He takes a single cherry and slowly spreads it over your mouth like a lip gloss, coating your lips with the cherry flavour, only to then place it on your mouth and slowly lean in for a deep kiss. He kisses you and you feel the cherry moving with your tongues. You cling to him, touching his black hair and trying to remove his clothes. He finishes the kiss and you swallow the cherry, licking your lips, which now have a slight taste of the fruit. He smiles and starts to take off his shirt, throwing it into one of the bouquets of flowers nearby. He approaches, cake in hand, slowly bringing it to your mouth. You accept, taking a bite of the cake, which melts in your mouth in an explosion of flavours. He keeps offering you pieces, and you try to eat until he is satisfied. He pauses and smiles, looking at the mess of crumbs scattered over your body and the bed sheet. While you're still chewing on a piece of cake, he brings his finger to the corner of your mouth, wiping a little chocolate from your cheek, and brings his finger to his mouth to lick it off."Good...good."He moves closer, once again locking his lips to yours, feeling the mixture of sweet flavours that your saliva has. He moans and runs his hands down your legs, lightly feeling their smooth texture. The kiss doesn't end and you start to feel as if he's trying to taste all the flavors and sensations your mouth can give him. He runs his hand through your hair, feeling its texture, while you work on taking off his pants. You manage to open his fly, wanting to get to the exposure of his skin. But then something cold touches your skin, making you shiver at the sensation. He spreads an ice-cream cream on your arm and then gently draws your forearm into his open mouth, licking off the contents. You stare at him as his tongue runs through the ice-cream. However, he doesn't look as pleased, instead he frowns a little as he finishes and releases an almost imperceptible sigh. "As always, it's never tasty." He mutters to himself, turning back to the pot of ice-cream to get more. But this time he guides the spoon to your mouth and you obediently eat its contents, licking your lips the moment he pulls you in for a kiss, parting your lips and feeling the flavour of his mouth. Several minutes pass and you find yourself still with a spoon in you mouth. You couldn't be fuller and you don't know if he intends to continue, so you decide to talk to him when out of nowhere, he pulls you up to sit in front of him."I want you to drink this, okay?" He hands you a small bottle containing a white liquid. You gasp a little as you take the bottle, "Sir, drugs are not tolerated in this establishment!" You squeak and throw the bottle to him again. He grabs it and frowns, "It's not a drug! A-And do you really think that no one here uses drugs?" "Not my clients at least," you say. "All right, but this liquid is to help you vomit." You look at them surprised, "For me to throw up? Don't I understand?" "Look, you've tried all that food I gave you, it was little of each but in the end it was quite a lot, I'm sorry if it made you unconfortable." Your eyebrows raise, you think it's strange for a customer to apologise for something that...made you uncomfortable. But to be honest, you didn't even eat that much, it's just that the minimum of food was what you're used to, you always give priority to Tris and Dimas health and satiety. And to be honest, it wasn't that bad... You could never eat as much as you did with him. "And you're a bit swollen, it can cause disconfort to you if we keep going with things" He says, squeezing your stomach, and you protest, really feeling sick at his touch. Seeing your grimace, he shakes his head, "You see, you can't take it, so just drink it and throw up. If you don't want to, we can carry on like this, but I'm sure you won't be able to bear another drop of water inside you. It's your choice sugar, but don't worry, there'll be lots of tasty stuff afterwards, no matter what you decide." He gives you a cocky smile. You frown and approach him... [[❈ You take the bottle from his hand]] [[❈ "You'll see who can't take it."]]

You say to him as you pull him into a kiss, removing his last remaining clothing in the process. You guide him on top of you, and he teases you by taking one of his hands to put pressure on your tummy, while the other holds him in place. You quickly manage to reverse your positions to sit on top of him, gaining the upper hand. You hold his hands above his head, lock your legs in theirs and smile in defiance. "I want to see who can't take it now." "You've really woken up, you competitive spitfire, how cute." He chirps, "Now be a dear and eat the strawberry from the bowl, I can't wait to feel it on your lips." He says, and you frown, "Right." His smile gets bigger, and the moment you let go of his hands to pick up the bowl, he grabs your hips, bringing you a little lower. You take a strawberry from the bowl and bring it to your lips, biting off a piece and imitating the movement he had made on your lips earlier. You feel him get excited as his hands dig into your hips and you moan deeply with the fruit in your mouth, moving down to take it into his mouth. You feel the fruit press between your lips as you slowly take it all into your mouth. He looks at you in surprise, as you nibble and swallow the fruit."Yeah... looks like you've still got a bit of room."He laughs. "Looks like it."You flop down on the bed, feeling your stomach ache."Or not so much," you say, lightly touching your swollen stomach to try and make it stop hurting. "Calm down, it's not like you've never eaten too much." He says, taking his own hand to your stomach and giving it a few massages. You squirm, "I've never eaten that much, that's why I thought it would be nice to choose you." He furrows his brow, "Was it so clear what was going to happen?" He asks sincerely. "Yes, not all of it, but the fact that your bed is full of food cheered me up, I won't lie." My stomach makes a strange sound, "I just didn't realise it would be so much, what's your deal with stuffing people?" "First, it wasn't so much and secondly, I don't exacly have a thing for 'stuffing' people but..." He smiles, going to kiss your lip, putting a strange pressure on top of you. "Is your little tummy feeling better?" he says in a sweet voice, like when you're talking to a child or an animal. You're about to give him an answer, but you realise that your tummy really is lighter. " But... w-what did you do?"You ask in amazement, not knowing how he made the pain go away. "Soo sugar, when you have a so called 'fixation with stuffing people', you learn how to unstuff them."He brings his lips to yours, and you kiss, enjoying the pleasures of each other's bodies and the sweet tastes that lingers between the two of you, until the last minute you have. [[The time is up]]

You take the bottle from his hand and go to the bathroom. You open the bottle and smell the liquid."Hm, it smells good at least," you say and take it. Maybe the smell was good but the taste is terrible, forcing you to throw up what you've ingested in the last hour. You take a few breaths and wipe your mouth, returning to the maniac who made you drink that disgusting slop. He smiles when he sees you. "Are you trying to kill me? I even threw up my lunch there." He laughs, "Unlikely, you've already degested your lunch, therefore you didn't throw it up." You scowl at him. "What did you expect, sugar? That something to throw up would taste good? You're still lucky it's very efficient." You go back to bed, "I preferred it when you were quieter," you say, walking past him. "And me when your mouth was full of tasty food and not silly words." He gives you a corner smile and you roll your eyes, without him seeing. " Now what?" You ask, after he's gone a while without saying anything. "Look, it looks like someone liked it," he says with a chuckle. "Yes, the food." You make the companionship part explicit. "Gee, you hurt me like that, sweetie." He kisses you, "You're being very mean." You know you're are, and you know he likes it, by the way his breathing shortens and his hands don't leave your body. Before you can answer, he puts his finger in your lips, "Shhh." You keep silent and he turns to the plates next to him. He looks from one to the other, trying to decipher something on each plate. As if finally making up his mind, he picks up a bowl of strawberries and turns to you, licking his lips. He brings one of the strawberries to your mouth and you bite into it, letting the juice spill over your lips. He puts the fruit in your mouth and pulls you in for a deeper kiss. He leans on you, putting pressure on your upper body as your bodies come closer and closer. He breaks off the kiss and removes his last piece of clothing, while you swallow one part of the strawberry and looking at the view. He looks like a guy who doesn't eat much, due to the fact that he's very thin, and you frown, wondering how someone so skinny would have this kind of kink. "What are you thinking?" He asks, slipping his hand round your waist and letting me stay by his side. "Nothing, I was just thinking, what's your deal with food?" You ask and he turns his head."I hope I'm not being rude, it doesn't bother me, in fact the food was a big part of why I chose you."You admit. "Was it so clear what was going to happen?" He asks with a disbelieving smile. "Yes, not all of it, but the fact that your bed is full of food cheered me up, I won't lie. But what's your deal with stuffing people?" He raises an eyebrow scoffing, as if you were summarising his desires in a silly and misleading way. "I thought you, as an experienced soul, would know." "Every person is their own world."You say and he raises his eyebrows, "In the brothel you find everything, even philosophers it seems." You roll your eyes but before you can say something else, he rolls on top of you, leaving you underneath him. "It looks like there's still a few hours left, I think you'd better keep using that mouth."He bends down to whisper in your ear."And I hope you know how to use your it for things apart from just eating." So you spend the rest of the time basking in each other's arms, feeling the warmth and the different flavours he has to offer. [[The time is up]]

A couple of hours later the guards unlock the door and you have to exit the room, leaving the customers to rest. You get out of bed, looking at the man sleeping peacefully in the bed, surrounded by scraps and fruits. He is indeed a peculiar individual. You stand up, straighten your robe and head for the door, meeting the others in the corridor. "$alias, you have no idea how jealous I was of your client, the gorgeous mama was very tempting but the smell of the food was driving me crazy!" Ellis says, running a hand through their dishevelled hair. "The food was really good, it was a bit much, but I kind of expected, the customers in this particular room aren't really basic people, they always take things to the extreme. But in general it was a pleasant encounter." Daniel appears at your side, ""It really did look like a delicious encounter." He says and you look at his body, which is full of bruises and hickeys. "Hey! What happened to you?" You ask and Elli looks at him incredulously. "That?"He looks at his body."She had a fetish for spanking and bruises, it seems." He smiles, "It didn't hurt that much, thanks to the liquor." He says, and you can really tell that he looks a bit tipsy, with a wide smile on his face and his hungover eyes really do look like they've come from drinking now. "Okay mister, we'll take a look at you later." They pats him on the shoulder and he whimpers in pain. You continue walking until you reach the changing room, where you clean up and start changing. When you've finished you look at the clock, realising that it's already eleven o'clock " Crap." You say, putting your things away in your wardrobe. "All right?" Ellis asks as they tie their hair into a high, messy bun. Without the work robe they prefer to wear loose trousers and a frilly blouse, which leaves their body totally free. "Yeah, I've got a midday appointment." You say, putting on your shoes. "The next tram leaves at ten past eleven, there's still time to catch it if you leave now." Daniel says, fixing a silver watch on his wrist, matching his neutral-coloured clothes. You stand up and look at them."Wish me luck!"You smile and they reciprocate the gesture. "That's all we ever wish for you."Ellis says and Daniel agrees, letting his hair flow down behind his back. Saying goodbye to your friends, you leave the establishment. The sun is shining as midday approaches. You run through the streets, doing your best not to bump into anyone on the street. Sometimes someone shouts at you to look where you're going, while others stare at you like you're out of your mind. Your body is still tired, but you can't miss this opportunity, so you run with everything you've got to make sure you don't miss the tram. You run until you reach the point that has accompanied you for all these years, and you arrive in time to catch the tram, climbing on and sitting down in the first empty seat you see. <div class="Next">[[Next|29]]</div>

You look out of the window and see the world passing around you, the landscape slowly changing until you reach your destination. You get off the tram and walk, almost running, to Bruno's shop, hoping you won't be late. The glimpse of the shop has never brought you so much happiness, you hurry and enter the shop. Bruno sees you the moment you arrive, gasping for breath.<<if $choke=="1">> He frown at seeing that you're using a scarf in the middle of the day, when it's not even cold, but dosen't remark on it.<</if>><<if $guest =="Rosemary">> He frown at seeing that you're using a scarf in the middle of the day, when it's not even cold, but dosen't remark on it.<</if>><<if $flog =="1">> He frown at seeing that you're using a scarf in the middle of the day, when it's not even cold, but dosen't remark on it.<</if>> "Please tell me I'm not late!" you say, trying to keep your breathing steady. Bruno laughs lightly."No my friend! She has just arrived." You approach the mirror on the counter, breathing more steadily. Looking at your figure, you see a few drops of sweat on your forehead and a few wrinkles in your clothes. You fix yourself, feeling self-conscious about your appearance. "I'm a mess..." You say, running your hand insistently through your clothes. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love <=2>> Bruno gives you a sweet smile, walking over to you and putting his big hands on your shoulders. He breathes close to your cheek, his breath is warm and brings a pleasant heat to your skin. Your skin burns with his warmth and your cheeks blush with his closeness. "'Then you're the most adorable mess I've ever seen," He says, his voice devoid of even a hint of sarcasm. Words that are purer than the air you're trying to breath. You turn to him, and see that he's also getting a shade redder."I know you'll do fine, I trust you."He says, taking your hands to guide you into his office. You don't say a word, no longer because of your feelings for him but because of your feelings for yourself.<</if>><<if $bruno_love ==0 >> Bruno gives you a tender smile, walking over to you and putting his big hands on your shoulders. "'C'mon, you look awesome like always." He says trying to soothe you."I know you'll do fine, I trust you."He take your hands to guide you into his office. You don't say a word, your mind is restless.<</if>> You don't want to disappoint him. Or your brother. You want to make them proud, but why do you feel like you're going to screw up? You take a deep breath and try to concentrate on the task in front of you. "Thanks Bruno." You say, letting go of his hands and reaching for the door handle. You take a deep breath and open the door. <div class="Next">[[Next|30]]</div>

You enter the room, closing the door behind you as you glance to the area in front of you. The office, like the rest of the shop, follows a dark wooden pattern combined with greenish tones for wallpaper and decoration. A large desk full of papers stands in the centre, bathed in light from the gigantic window in the middle of the wall, that gives you a glipse throught the curtains of the garden, where the dogs stay. Several books are stored in a large bookcase and two deep moss green armchairs are placed in the middle of the room. In one of the chairs there is the woman Bruno talked about, the one that might be your future employer. You look at the woman in front of you. You have heard of her arrival, the Black Widow's return. You don't really know the origin of this nickname, but when she arrived in town there was a lot of gossip about her husband's death, and it seems that his parents claimed that his death was... not natural. Her posture is one of the most elegant you've ever seen, similar to Madame's professional manner. Her petite figure holds a cup of tea in the lap of her long flowing black dress, while some curls of her black coily hair cascades to her chest, some are tied in a low bun. She gazes at you, her dark eyes penetrating yours with interest and curiosity. "Good morning."She says, neither warmly nor coldly, but in a perfectly neutral tone, just like her own façade, and she motions withe her free hand for you to sit in the armchair in front of her. "Good morning." You reply, walking stiffly to sit front of the woman. "Tea?" She offers you, showing you a pot of tea in a near a small table. You shake your head,"No thank you." <<set $liah_approval to "10">> You couldn't drink anything right now, even if you wanted. She only nods, bringing her own porcelain cup closer to her soft lips. [[❈ You stare at her lips 🎔][ $liah_love +2]] [[❈ You try to calm your nerves]]

You trace the smooth movement of her carrying the delicately detailed porcelain cup up to her voluminous lips. Your eyes stop on her brownish lips, a warm colour that matches her smooth dark skin, as they barely touch the rims of the cup and sip its contents. 'I wonder how her lips would taste...' You catch yourself thinking and your breathing stops for a second, and you feel your skin flush.'God, has this job really reduced me to just think about things like that?'You're internally frustrated, but before you know you continue to observe her, to really study the woman in front of you. To realise how pretty she is. She's probably a few years older than you, being a young widow. But what's the problem? Besides, her appearance is quite youthful and well-groomed, making her appear to be around your age. Her ebony skin glows with the rays of sunlight that touch it. Her coily hair is done up in voluminous locks and styled just perfectly. Her eyes... Her round black eyes are looking at you. You meet her gaze, your face burning with a different kind of embarrassment now, then you hurriedly turn your gaze elsewhere. A few seconds pass and neither of you says a word. You hold your shaking hands together, trying to calm your fearful heart. You're afraid that you've ruined your job interview without even SAYING A WORD about yourself- that would be an incredible achievement. Gathering your courage, you quickly glance at her out of the corner of your eye, afraid of what you might see. However, what you see is quite peculiar. She's still looking at you, her cup raised to her chest and her face flushed with a shy smile of curiosity. You expected a completely different reaction from her. 'That was a rather...pleasant surprise.' "So can I ask your name?"She asks, taking another sip of her tea and this time you do your best to not glance at her lips. You open your mouth to tell her your full name. "My name is $name ✨[[surname options]] Set your own surname: <<textbox "$surname" "">>[[continue|31]]

You try to pull yourself up together, by taking deep breaths. Concentrating on your heartbeat, which seems to get louder with every passing second, making you feel more and more anxious. You squeeze your eyes shut and take another deep breath. Putting your feelings aside, take a look at the woman in front of you, who gazes at you blankly, not understanding your distress, if she even realises your distress. "So can I ask your name?"She asks, taking a sip of her tea. You take a deep breath and open your mouth to tell her your full name. "My name is $name... ✨[[surname options]] Set your own surname: <<textbox "$surname" "">>[[continue|31]]

"$name $surname..."She whispers, feeling the taste of your full name on her lips."That's a nice name." "Mine is Liah Chancellor, I'm the oldest daughter and now the head of my family, since the death of my parents and of my husband." She says and you just shake your head, "My condolences for your loss." She smiles, "Thank you." She replies without adding any additional words, but you sense that she would like to say more, something seems to swim in her black eyes. Perhaps is the grief in her black clothes, perhaps the anger for the way she creases her brow or perhaps the complete indifference for the way she carries herself. "I returned a few weeks ago, I decided to go back to Vermont after I heard about my father's death and that my brother would be alone in the mansion." She puts her cup down on the side table. "After a few days, the caretaker informed us that she had to leave us. She is going to live with her mother-in-law in the countryside, she preferred to raise her children in the serenity of her farm." She then turns to you. "That's why I'm looking for someone to replace her. Now why don't you talk about yourself and your qualifications? Bruno didn't say much, just that I'd like to meet you." She smiles sweetly, and you can imagine Bruno persuading her into interviewing you. "My name is $name $surname, but that you already knew,"you laugh a pitiful nervous chuckle."I-I'm 25 and I don't really have a... a formal qualification for the job." You admit, feeling a little embarrassed. 'urgh you feel so stupid.' She just raises her eyebrows in a silent question. Trying to understand why would Bruno have recommended you if you have no experience in the area. You take a deep breath, pulling in air to make your lungs function normally."I-I haven't worked as a carer and I don't have any courses, so I understand your confusion."You let out another nervous chuckle, running your hand over the arms of the armchair nervously."Bruno recommended me because I've looked after my brother since I was young, helping with day-to-day chores as well as his healthcare". You explain and she raises her eyebrows, "And what's his condition?" "We don't know for sure. He didn't have any problems at the beginning of his childhood but he became progressively ill. My parents have never been able to properly investigate what happened, but the doctor they visited said it looked like he was born with it and it developed over time. The sequels of the disease are his low immunity, paralysis in one of his legs up to the height of his hip and he gets tired quickly, but I don't know if it's the disease or if he's just extremely sedentary." You attempt to crack a smile. "What medication does he take?" She asks, with a different look in her eyes, one of discreet understanding. "Pain medications and some to help his immunity, like multivitamins." You reply. "Some have specific measures and others are in pill form, but in total he takes 5 different pills every day. He usually takes his medication alone but sometimes... sometimes he gets really ill to the point where he can't get out of bed." You admit it, feeling your heart swell at the thought of the times you've seen your brother incapable of getting out of bed, moaning in pain, catching colds from simple breezes. You hate seeing him like this, you hate that the medicines sometimes don't work, you hate that you can't do anything for him. You lower your head and take your time to put your thoughts in order while Liah waits quietly, seeing that this topic has affected you. Seeing that you've calmed down, she asks,"So what's your goal with this job?" her voice low and soft, as if she's trying to calm your anxieties. <<set $profile to 25>> [["A new begining"|32]]

You say, you voice little shaken. But you say it with a strange determination that was stuck in some secret part of yours. You voice your greatest desire, to be able to change jobs, to be proud of something in your life, to finally live and be able to give your family a better life. "Look, Mrs. Chancellor. I may not be the most qualified for the job, but I learn things fast, I know housekeeping, I don't mind chores, whatever they are, I've never been one to complain about anything and I won't be. I'd really like the job, I-""<<print $hono.toUpperFirst()>>. $surname."The soft voice of the woman interrupts you.<<if $liah_love ==2>> A voice that sounds like honey, sweet and that sticks in your mind.<</if>> You lift your head when you hear your surname and find her smiling at you. "<<print $hono.toUpperFirst()>>. $surname." She says again, "Calm down, you're hired." She informs you. You blink once, twice, three times... you wait. You hope that her words might be a bad joke, a harsh lie, something mean. But her black eyes express the purest sincerity in their vastness. But even so, you still feel... doubt. "I'm sorry... but do you mean it?" You can't help but ask in genuine surprise. She smiles gently, "Yes." She gets up from the armchair, letting her dress flow freely over her body." The job is yours. I trust Bruno's judgement, he knows very well what my brother has and if he appointed you," she eyes you."You must be the right person." "But don't take my judgement as blind. I'm only hiring you because you seem like a good person and suitable for the job. Sometimes experience speaks louder than the theory." You sigh happily, getting up and walking to the centre with her."Thank you! You have no idea, thank you so much for the opportunity." She smiles and nods cordially. "Of course. I would like to ask you when you can start, I need you as soon as possible, so that the old employee can still give you tips and explain things to you in detail."She stops and thinks, looking at you."Could you start tomorrow?" "Yes!"You answer just as she finishes her question, almost startling her with the intensity of your words."I mean, hum, yes I can, it would be a pleasure." She nods, somewhat taken aback by your enthusiasm, and walks over to the desk looking for something."Great. Then your family can move there tomorrow. Leave your address and I'll send a driver to pick you up." She says and picks up a sheet of paper and a pen from Bruno's desk, bringing them for you to write on. You look in panic at the paper, she wants you to write. "Um, sorry but... I think you'd better write it down, my handwriting isn't very good." Calling your scribbles handwriting would be cosidred a compliment, you can barely write a single letter properly, Tris has been writting better than you since he was about four. You're afraid she'll get annoyed with you, but she just shrugs her shoulders and looks for support to write. You tell her where you live and describe the house so that the driver can find it more easily. She finishes writing and joins you once again."Bruno also told me that you have a son," She remarks. "Yes. Tristan, he's nine years old." You reply and at the thought of your son, a happy smile forms on your lips. "How sweet, I'll be happy to welcome another child." "Another child?" you ask, confused. "Yes, a couple who work there have two kids. I'm glad that they will have a child to play with after the young ones depart." She smiles sweetly, genuinely happy with your affirmation. <div class="Next">[[Next|33]]</div>

You say your goodbyes and accompany Liah to her car, meeting the driver who will pick you up tomorrow, Paulo, a man with dark skin and black hair, wearing a neat black uniform. You ask her to drop you off a few blocks earlier, and so you say goodbye to your new contractor and work colleague, with the thought that you'll see them again tomorrow. You walk towards the Heaven's Gates, entering through the employees' door but you don't get dressed. You see some employees getting ready, some ask you what you're doing there so early, you only answer them vaguely and continue to walk towards your bosses' office. The corridor is empty, no one is at the reception. 'odd.' You look at the long wooden clock in the corner of the waiting room, it reads 12:40, most people from the staff are having lunch now. But you know very well that Madame and Mr Tadano are already here, they always lunch at eleven and then go to their office. You soon knock on the door. A few voices, almost shouting, are heard from inside and they stop the moment you stop knocking on the white wood surface of the large door. I wonder if they're in a meeting, you think. This thought could have occurred to you before you knocked, but it's too late now, footsteps are heard approaching the door and a second later the door opens. And as soon as the door opens, you see who opened it. <div class="Next">[[Next|35]]</div>

Maru, the couple's oldest daughter. She smiles faintly when she sees you; apart from some employees and your bosses, she and her sister are the only ones who know your real name and appearance. "$name, good to see you." She says, gesturing for you to enter the room. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." You say, entering and noticing three other people inside. It seems to me that they were having a meeting, and from the commotion you heard outside, an argument. The room is large, completely white, except for the beige carpet floor and decorations that vary in colour. At the head of the room are your bosses. Mr Tadano is sitting in the dark wooden desk armchair, visibly irritated as his pale face is several shades redder, with Madame Cecil next to him, patting her husband's shoulder as a gesture of comfort. When the two of them are together, the contrast between them is visible, and very noticeable. Mr Tadano is a slender, gaunt man, and the years seem to have taken their toll on his appearance, with expression marks much more pronounced than those of his wife, even though they are the same age. He wears a black suit that matches his black eyes and hair, that was once completely black, now has more white than its original colour. Madame Cecil, as always, is the picture of grace and composure, her green dress falls over her slim curves and her hair is kept at shoulder height. If it weren't for a wrinkle or two, she would look the same as the day you met. She reacts to your arrival with a gentle smile, while Mr Tadano only looks at you and nods, not wanting to show his face. You look at the woman who opened the door as she closes it and you feel out of place in the room, feeling that you've interrupted something important. Maru is petite, her slim figure is very similar to her mother. However, her features are more reminiscent of her father's, pointed and thin, unlike her mother's soft ones. Her sharp brown eyes are looking down, and she rubs her thin hands on her dark teal dress. She's five years older than you, but like her mother, time seems to have forgotten her age. Her long wavy hair is loose, forming a fluid black river that cascades down her back. She smiles as you look at her and you return the gesture. You take a step to walk futher in the room, looking at the place itself. Two windows are covered with silk curtains and bookcases run along the wall behind your bosses, with a large painting of the two of them hanging in the middle. On other walls hang paintings of their daughters when they were younger and of their cats, Marlene and her two kittens. On the floor there is a wide, white, fluffy rug with a big cat lying in the middle of it, along with two smaller ones, lying on top of their mother, seeking the comfort of her fluffy fur. You recognise them not only from the picture but from the countless times you've petted them. Marlene is black and fluffy, and her two kittens, who were adopted by her, are small with white and orange furs. They are always around establishment, they really love the employee's lounge, enjoying the care and food provided by the workers on they work hours. At the end of the room, there's a corner that you can quickly assume has been designed and decorated by Madame Cecil, thanks to the off-white sofa, filled with colourful cushions embroidered with butterflies, and the coffee table with a warm pot of tea and biscuits in the middle. Sitting in the middle on the cosy sofa there's a young woman with a teapot and a biscuit in her hands, holding them over her round belly, which makes her lilac dress comically round.Her skin is lighter than her sister's golden brown one and her hair is almost as straight and black as her father's. She's short like Maru, but unlike her older sister, who is slim and has sharp features, she's chubby and has features that are more similar to Madame's. She also smiles at you, her pink lips as sweet as the biscuit in her hand, but you realise that she is a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere in the room. <div class="Next">[[Next|36]]</div>

"You know very well that your presence here is more than welcome." Madame says, leaving her husband and walking towards you. You can see that she wants to draw the attention of the room to herself. "And we were just leaving." Maru says, still standing by the door, rhythmically tapping her heels on the carpet. "Already?" "Already?" Both mother and daughter say at the same time. While the father remains silent, keeping his eyes straight on the desk. "Yes." Maru says through clenched teeth, giving a dry look to her sister who picks up on the message, or rather the warning in her sister's gaze. "Oh yes!"She stuffs the biscuit in her mouth and drinks her tea in one swift movement."We were just leaving, yes!"She says still munching while getting up and walking towards her parents. "Bless, mama." She says, and her mother kisses her forehead. " God bless you, my daughter." Madame says. She walks over to her father, pretending to bend down, but Mr Tadano stands up. "Bless, papa." She smiles and says, making her father smile slightly."God bless you, my child." He first kisses her forehead, then runs his hand over her belly as an affectionate gesture to his first grandchild. "I love you." He whispers and she smiles sweetly at him. "I love you too, dad." "Bye $name! You're especially vibrant today, I would say beautiful too, but that you always are!"She praises you excitedly, walking to your side and giving you a warm hug just as sweet as her. You see that Maru has become increasingly tense with every person she talks to. June leaves your side and reashes her sister, squeezing her hand. "Bye." Maru says to everyone and the younger woman waves to you. The sisters go out and close the door, leaving you with your superiors. <div class="Next">[[Next|37]]</div>

You turn to your employers. Madame strides over to the coffee table, filling two teacups, and hands one to you.<<if $drinkmc =="tea">>And you gladly accept it, thanking her.<</if>> After she hands you the hot teacup, she takes the other one to her husband, placing it in front of him and gently stroking his short hair. He softens up and smiles at her, a weary smile and in a way, as strange as Mr Tadano's smile always is for you, this one seems even stranger and sadder. "Are you all right, my angel?" Madame says, "I heard what happened to you. God, there are so many crazy people in this world. I hope you didn't get hurt." She looks at you worriedly. "No, Madam. I'm fine."You put a shy smile on your face and sip your tea. "Good! Perhaps you should take a few days off, you worked until the morning even with what happened, heavens!"She says, looking at her husband who seems to agree with her, only nodding lightly and taking a sip of tea."You've got to start worrying a bit more about yourself $child!" "Thanks for your concern, Madam, but it was no trouble!"They look at each other, doubting your words, but saying nothing so you continue to speak."Actually, Madam, I'd like to talk about something rather important," You say and she looks at you in concern. "Of course, what is it angel?" "It's been nice working here for all these years, you've been very kind and supportive to me over the period, but I've found another job, one where I can have more time with my family and for myself. So I'd like to ask for my resignation from the establishment." She gasps and he simply stares at you. "My darling! What marvellous news!" She exclaims, rushing to your side and taking your hands."I'm so happy for you!" She looks really excited, her face almost sparkling with pure joy. Mr Tadano comes towards you."Congratulations."He tells you, looking almost...happy. "Now you can't forget your old bosses here. We'll miss you!" She says, wiping away an imaginary tear. "Never." You say, chuckling at her reaction. You wouldn't be able to forget them, even if you wanted, they've always been very kind to you and welcomed you in their establishment when you most needed. "Well, I'll hold you to that," She says, wrapping her arms round you and squeezing you tightly. "Honey, leave the $child alone. You're almost suffocating $them." "Okay, okay!" She says, reluctantly letting you go and going to Mr Tadano's side. "So we can finalise your contract and we'll advance your salary." "With a bonus!" Madame adds and he agrees with his head. "Hum, thanks!" You say, a little embarrassed, you could have tried to refuse for charm's sake but... you think it's better not to. You finalise your resignation and say goodbye to your old bosses. You leave a letter for them to give to your friends, telling them about the news and hoping to meet up with them afterwards. <div class="Next">[[Next|38]]</div>

You head out of the office and find Bruno almost yanking his brown curls, anxious about the situation in the office, while Kevin has a conversation with him. You'd expect it to be about numbers or whatever else he does in his job but he's talking annoyingly, and again, about the time Dimas put peanuts on his desk after he found out he was allergic...that story it's from 3 years ago but he just won't let it go. Okay your brother was a bit childish, yes, but he only gets stilted by his allergy and secondly he saw the peanuts from the other side of the room! He didn't even come close. And he's no saint either, he has taken your brother's crutches several times, hiding or leaving them in another room just to make Dimas ask for someone to pick them up, and you know, he knows, everybody knows that Dimas hates having to ask others for things, especially things that are important or simple to him, and he's even made some nasty comments about it. The moment Bruno sees you, his countenance changes, you don't know if it's relief at not having to listen to that story again or at finally being able to find out how the interview went, if it can even be called an interview, there was no one else to be interviewed but you. He approaches with rushed steps."Hey, how was it?!"He asks, unable to hide his apprehension and excitement when he looks between you and the woman at your side. You take a glance at Liah and she gives you a kind smile, "$they <<if $they =="she">>was<<elseif $they =="he">>was<<elseif $they =="they">>were<</if>> just marvellous." She says and Bruno seems on the verge of bursting with joy.<<if $bruno_love >=1&& $bruno_love<=2>> He rushes over to you and holds you in a tight embrace. His arms hold you and you return the embrace, happy to be able to share this moment with him. "I was sure you'd succeed." He whispers, his lips brushing gently against the skin of your neck, bringing a odd warmth to your heart. You pull away from him but his hands still hold your arms while you look at each other. You want nothing more than to get lost in his honey eyes and to make him lost himself in yours. You stand there in silence, unaware of the looks you're getting from the customers, Kevin and Liah. Until a slight cough causes you to break eye contact and separate from each other, with a blush on your cheeks.<</if>><<if $bruno_love ==0 >>He smiles at you, putting his hand on your shoulder and you smile back, "I was sure you'd succeed." He says and it brings warmth to your heart.<</if>> "So everything's good? When are you starting?" Bruno asks enthusiastically. "Yes! I'll be starting tomorrow." You say excitedly. Bruno smiles and nods, but the voice next to him makes him turn round."Congratulations, but what about your old job?" Kevin asks, not at all impressed that you've got the new job. He may have been an arsehole for asking, but he's not wrong. you have to resign from your job "Oh! hmm, I'm going back there!" You state. "My bosses should be there by now." "Are you going back now? You look tired, let's go later, I'll drive you."Bruno offers, a little concerned, and just like most times he offers you a lift. And as usual you refuse."No Bruno, you don't have to, I have to go there now, it's complicated for me later."It's your working hours, a lot of people will be there, many can see you coming and going, it's not safe, especially at the weekend."I still have to pack mine and Tris' things and help Dimas." That too. Bruno makes a face but accepts, if you have to go now he won't object. "I can take you." Liah offers, walking to the front of the counter. "I've already visited my friend, got his delicious biscuits and my new employee." She smiles at you. "I should get home now. César probably hasn't eaten yet and I have a very special visitor there." " Excellent!" Bruno says cheerfully, "You can go with her!" 'Urgh' You hold back a frustrated groan, you can't say no now, it'll be too strange to pass up a ride like that. "Oh! Nice!" you say, feigning enthusiasm at being able to get a lift. <div class="Next">[[Next|34]]</div>

You make your way back home. Walking the path you've walked for the last nine years, and that now you no longer will. You arrive at the door of your house but before you can unlock the door, it bursts open and Tris lunges at you, wrapping his arms around you. "<<print $parent1.toUpperFirst()>>!"He says in an almost tearful voice, pushing his face into your belly. "Tris!"You look at him, preoccupied."What's wrong, love?" "You're too late!" He looks at you, "Uncle said you'd be back before midday! It's already almost three!" He frowns. 'Oh! He was worried about you.' "Ohh! My love, I'm sorry."You drop to your knees to correspond his embrace."I had to go somewhere else."You run your hand through his hair and lift up his head to look him in the eye. "<<print $parent.toUpperFirst()>> has some incredible news for you." "A surprise?" He asks, slowly wiping the sad look off his face. "Yes, a surprise, one that I know you're going to love! But first let's go inside." He cracks a smile, which looks just perfect on his lovely freckled face. Taking your hand, he leads you home, excited."Right! Uncle's here in the kitchen and Erin's here too!" You enter the house and immediately see the two of them together, sitting at the table chatting with matched smiles on their faces. Erin Rollan is a bright woman who's been your friend for years and also Dimas's girlfriend. Her curly jet black hair reaches past her shoulders and her fair skin is slightly red from the time she spends working in the sun with her father. Dimas and her been dating for a four years now, she never minded your brother's disabilities, constantly making Dimas crack a happy smile and making him feel more comfortable going out in her company. You have a lot to thank her when it comes to your brother's overall health. <div class="Next">[[Next|39]]</div>

You walk closer and they both turn to look at you. "<<print $sibbling.toUpperFirst()>> you've finally arrived! Tris was about to pull his hair out." He makes a joke and Tris looks at him crookedly, laughing sarcastically. "Not just Tris..." The green-eyed woman says, raising an eyebrow at your brother who just looks away, trying to ignore his girlfriend's expository statement. You laugh, "Hi Erin! Hi Dimas." You say excitedly and your brother looks at you quizzically. "Did something happen?" He asks and, as if remembering the interview, his face lights up. "Don't tell me..." "Yes! I got the job!" he starts and you finish cheerfully. He lets out a hearty laugh and stands up, coming towards you and pulling you into a close hug."My $sibbling! I'm so happy for you." He separates from you, looking you in the eye. "Wait! What? What job?" Tris asks, looking at Erin for support to ask about the topic they both didn't know about. "Ah yes, my dear! That's the surprise." You walk towards your boy. "I'm going to change jobs, I'll have more time to spend with you and the good thing is that I'm starting tomorrow!" "What a good thing $name!"Erin says, coming closer with a wide smile on her lips. Tris looks at you with a different glint in his eyes, "So you're going to work in the morning?" You nod. "Are you going to have breakfast with me every day?" You nod. "...Will I be able to stay all nights with you?" You smile and nod."All of them my baby." Tris comes close and hugs you once more, "I'm already liking this job." He whispers. <div class="Next">[[Next|40]]</div>

You explain about the job and tell them about the move. "Are we going to have to live in a mansion?"Tris says in disbelief, you don't know if he's happy about moving or terrified. "And there are also children there." You say and his countenance changes, he smiles and celebrates having children to play with. "Oh what a good life!" Erin says playfully bumping on Tristan's arm who only laughs. "But I'm not going to lie, I'd rather stay here. I think I've got used to this simple kind of life." She turns to Dimas. "Ownn, I can't believe I'm going to stay with out my coconut sweetie." She states, squeezing his cheeks while making a soft voice. "No, you won't. I'm staying here." "WHAT?" You all say together and Dimas frowns at you. If Tris hadn't been here, he might have cursed you to the soul for that reaction. "What's the surprise?" He asks, glaring at the three of you. You all look at each other, ascertaining who's going to speak. You look at Erin and she gives you a look that says, 'First, he's your brother and second, your reaction was the most exaggerated in here.' Then you glance at Tris, who appears to throw you a look that says, 'You're my $parent and I'm just a little pure and defenseless child.' 'Damn...you're left with the explanation.' "It's okay, Dimas, it's just that... you've never been alone before." You think about talking about his worsening episodes, but decide to avoid taking about it. "Everything in life has its first time," He says, raising his shoulders. "I know, brother. It's just that-""$name, I'm over thirty, I know my medication very well, I can walk and I can ask for help if I need it. You don't have to worry, you're going to start a new stage in your life with your son... maybe I should start a new one too." He acknowledges and you feel a weight in his words, a weight that makes your throat dry up. "New life huh..."Erin begins, taking your brother's lean hands in hers."Can I be part of it, Mr. $surname?"She asks and your brother blushes intensely, stuttering to get the words right. "Y-you're already part of my life, honey." He says, he knows what she wants but he's too embarrassed to say it. "My love, I want to live with you, be by your side when you wake up."She runs her hands through his messy hair, and he melts at her touch, a peaceful smile forming on his lips."I want to live with you." "Y-you want to live with me?" He asks half incredulously and half hesitantly. She nods. "I've been thinking about it for a while now." Dimas blushes even more."But we're not married." She laughs, " And?" "...People will talk." "Let them talk! We don't want to rush things but this is a good opportunity to get used to each other before we make a decision as important as marriage." "And your father?" he asks exasperatedly. "He won't mind, he loves you, and he's not that narrow-minded." He remains silent for a few seconds, avoiding her gaze, until his brown eyes meet her green ones and something sparkles in them. "Are you really considering marrying me?" He asks softly, trying to hide his insecurity. "Yes." She replies instantly and her brother falls silent as redness takes over his $skin face. She laughs, running her hand over his cheek. "From the moment I saw you, I wanted to put a ring on your finger, call you my husband and change our last names."She says in light words, such meaningful things. It's only been a few times that you've seen your brother cry, and now he looks like a child crying in her arms, muttering "I love you" non-stop. You and Tristan stand in the corner smiling at them. You're happy for your brother. "<<print $parent.toUpperFirst()>>."Tris calls out to you and you stop looking at the enamoured couple in front of you to gaze at your son. "Uncle's dating, all my classmates' parents are married, even Kevin's found a woman crazy enough to stand him...why I've never seen you dating someone?" You gag and cough, surprised by Tris's question. Why don't you date? 'Ha! You could make a list of reasons.' You've not really had time to date, since you were young you've had your own things to do and then a job and a child to look after. Yes, you've been out on dates a few times, over the years you've had a lot of people interested in you, who've asked you out, who've tried to charm you, but you know that they didn't care at all about you they just wanted to have fun with you. At the end of the day, that's what you are, a point for them to put on their list, to tell whoever they want that they have been with you, you can't go out with people like that anymore. You must have a rotten finger for finding partners, or maybe all those years in your old job have left you rotten. You sigh. It's been a long time since you even thought about it. <<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>> The word love is funny to you. It has a bittersweet taste to it, <<if $childhoodlove is true>> and it has always been related to a specific person, Bruno. <<elseif $childhoodlove is false>> and you don't quite know when you acquired feelings for Bruno but you did.<</if>> You know that a romance between you is unlikely, that's why you lost your hope. There are times that you only think about him and it tastes sadly bittersweet, so sweet but desperately bitter at the same time. <<if $gender =="man">> This is mainly because his parents have always made it clear that he would marry someone who could give him a family...A real family, what a sad concept. <<elseif $gender =="(trans) man">> This is mainly because his parents have always made it clear that he would marry someone who can give him a, what they call, a "traditional family". <<elseif $gender =="(trans) woman">> This is mainly because his parents have always made it clear that he would marry someone who can give him a family...A real family, what a sad concept. <<elseif $gender =="person">> This is mainly because his parents have always made it clear that he would marry someone who fits the feminine figure they always wanted for their son, which you don't fit in any way.<</if>><</if>> <<if $jean_love =="2">> The word love is funny to you, it leaves a strange taste in your mouth And for some reason all you can think about ais how the $jeantheir wavy strands would fall over $jeantheir face and tickle yours or how much those reddish strands meant to you. Now you'll never see them again. You shouldn't care, $jeanthey lied to you, pretended to love you. That coward promised, whispered sweet things in your ear while holding you in $jeantheir soft arms. You, like a moth thirsting for light, were lured to your doom. Will you ever forget $jeantheir dark eyes? $jeantheir warm skin? $jeantheir smile? $jeantheir words? It all seems too much to forget... too much, simply too much for you now.<</if>> <<if $bruno_love==2 && $jean_love==2>>'To find out that you have feelings for people you'll never have is quite tragic'. <<elseif $bruno_love==3 && $jean_love==2>>'To find out that you have feelings for people you'll never have is quite tragic.' <</if>> You turn yourself to him. "My love, $parent2 is very busy and I don't really feel like getting into a relationship at the moment, I have more important matters."You try to explain, if that's how you really feel, you can't really say. Tris just nods. "Right.<<if $bruno_love >=1 && $bruno_love<=2>> "But I thought you liked Bruno." Tris says and you gag again. "What? No!"You blush,"W-why would you think that?" "I don't know, you're always oblivious of the world around you when you're talking and blushing when near eachother and my friend from school said that if someone blushes to you it means that they like you."He explains. You sigh. "I'ts not always like this son," But it is in your case."someone don't ike you just because they're blushing, it' one reason but not it's not a certain sign." Tristan only nods,"Oh...what a shame..."He murmurs disappointed and walks to the sofa to play with his toys."I thought that you liked him..." <</if>> <div class="Next">[[Next|41]]</div>

After a lot of weeping and love declarations, they pull themselves together, or rather Dimas pulls himself together, and turns to you. "I know you haven't even left yet and here I am inviting myself into the house." Erin laughs, playing with the ties on her blouse. "Oh! Relax, I'm really glad you're staying here. I think it'll be good for both of you!"You tell her, trying to calm her nervousness. So you continue the day with them. You hurry Tris along so that you can pack his things as well as your own so that everything is ready. Tris and you grab some clothes and put them in his bag, making sure you have packged you better clothings sets. Than you take your acessories, clothes, perfumes, personal itens and put them in your bags. Tristan takes some of his plush toys, with particular attention to the stuffed bunny on his bed, and puts them in another bag, completing it with his favourite books, papers, crayons and smaller toys. You finish in the late afternoon and have dinner together, enjoying the rest of the evening with your family. <div class="Next">[[Next|41.1]]</div>

The next day you get up from Tristan's bed, looking down to your kid that is still sleeping and start getting ready for the car to arrive. Tristan wakes up not long after you left his bed and like a little firecracker he jumps up and down happy to be able to ride in the car. He always likes to ride with Bruno sometimes to go to the park or to just ride around the neighbourhood. You're happy that he's thinking in something positive. You have breakfast with them, Dimas has made a point of preparing an exaggerated breakfast today, with everything you like, even food that has nothing to do with the time of day. He's cooked your favourite food: ✨<span id="cycle"><<cycle "$item1" autoselect>>\ <<option "caesar salad">> <<option "paella">> <<option "shrimp bobó">> <<option "spaghetti">> <<option "shepherd's Pie">> <<option "pho">> <<option "shawarma">> <<option "lasagna">> <</cycle>></span> You look at Tristan who, even when he's eating, can't seem to sit still, always shaking his cutlery or looking at the front window. "The car won't arrive now, Tris, you can eat in peace," You say, trying to calm him down so that he can finish eating his food. "I know! But I'm excited!" He says, swinging his legs and looking at you with a twinkle in his indecisive eyes. "You didn't just say that we're going in the car, but that we're going to live with other children!" he smiles, "I'm excited but nevous at the same time!" "Yes, but you need to eat to stay strong and play with the kids." Dimas says and Tristan sighs under his breath but agrees, going back to eat his food. After an hour or two, a car pulls up in front of your house. You automatically recognise it as the car that gave you a lift yesterday and you go to the door, Tris arriving at your side at lightning speed, excited by the mere arrival of the car. Paulo, the driver, gets out of the car. He smiles when he sees you at the door with your boy."$name! Good morning."He approaches,"Is this your boy?" He asks, looking at Tris who stands by your side. "Yes, that's Tristan." You say and he jumps in front of the man in uniform, raising his hand for a shake. "I'm Tristan, nice to meet you."They shake hands."It's my pleasure, young man." After greeting Tris, he shakes your hand. "The suitcases are here, I'll get them." You say, heading towards some bags in the corner of the room, "I'll help." He walks with you to take the suitcases and put them in the car. He closes the boot of the car,"We can leave now." he informs you. "I'm just going to say goodbye to my brother."You tell him and he nods, leaning against the car as you walk towards your brother who looks at you with a shy smile. You think about what you want to say to him, "Goodbye ", " i'll miss you ", " See you later ", but... gestures speak louder than words. [[❈ You go for a hug]] [[❈ You take his hand]] [[❈ You smile just as tender as he does]]

You run for a hug, embracing him and he does the same with his arm, tightly holding you. You feel your body getting heavy at the embrace and you realise the tears rolling down your face. 'You're going to miss him... so much.' You let out a sob and your brother notices you crying and starts stroking your back as your tears fall down onto his black shirt. "It'll be all right, $sibbling." He pulls away and wipes your tears. "I know." //It has to be all right.// "I love you, brother," You hold another sob and look at him. "And I love you dearly too, my $sibbling." He sighs, "I wish you all the luck and I hope you'll drop by, I'll be sure to visit when I can." He says and you nod. Tris appears on his side with tears of his own to shed, "You better!" Dimas looks surprised to see him crying but then smiles, "I'm going child, and you'd better keep drawing pictures for your uncle. I'll be sad if I don't have any more drawings to put on the mural." He says and Tris nodding Tris nods, promising to draw pictures for him every day. After saying goodbye and finishing weeping, you walk to the car. Reaching the automobile Paulo opens the door for you to get in, with the perfect manner of a chauffeur. You get in with Tristan, who waves goodbye to Dimas outside and you join him, saying goodbye to your brother once again, who smiles and waves back. You could swear you see his eyes watering when he stops waving. The car starts to move, making a roaring noise and trembling the moment the engine is turned on. You look once more at your brother, and his motionless silhouette begins to disappear as the car moves forward. The landscape begins to pass quickly by the car window, looking like blurred paintings. You pay attention to the people. You see the cars moving, the children running. You see everything in a single little frame, of its true immensity. You look at your son, he seems happy, looking at the driver and investigating the interior of the car. He's happy. So you're happy. //That's all that matters.// <div class="Next">[[Next|8]]</div>

You take your brother fragile hands in yours, feeling the affection you share for each other. You start to notice your body getting heavy and you realise the tears rolling down your face.' you're going to miss him... so much.' You let out a sob and your brother notices your crying and starts stroking the back of your hands. "It'll be all right, $sibbling." He leave one of your hands and wipes your tears. "I know." //It has to be all right.// "I love you, brother," You hold another sob and look at him. "And I love you dearly too, my $sibbling." He sighs, "I wish you all the luck and I hope you'll drop by, I'll be sure to visit when I can." He says and you shake your head. Tris appears on his side with tears of his own to shed, "You'd better really visit!" Dimas looks surprised to see him crying but then smiles, "I'm going child, and you'd better keep drawing pictures for your uncle. I'll be sad if I don't have any more drawings to put on the mural." He says and Tris nods, promising to draw pictures for him every day. After saying goodbye and finishing weeping, you walk to the car. Reaching the automobile Paulo opens the door for you to get in, with the perfect manner of a chauffeur. You get in with Tristan, who waves goodbye to Dimas outside and you join him, saying goodbye to your brother once again. Your brother smiles and waves back, you could swear you see his eyes watering when he stops waving to you. The car starts to move, making a roaring noise and trembling the moment the engine is turned on. You look once more at your brother, and his motionless silhouette begins to disappear as the car moves forward. The landscape begins to pass quickly by the car window, looking like blurred paintings. You pay attention to the people. You see the cars moving, the children running and you see everything in a single frame. You look at your son, he seems happy, looking at Pedro driving and investigating the interior of the car. He's happy. So you're happy. //That's all that matters.// <div class="Next">[[Next|8]]</div>

You look at your brother giving him a warm smile and he imitates the gesture, giving you a tender smile gf his own. Suddenly your smile faddes and you start to notice your body getting heavy. You realise the tears rolling down your face.' you're going to miss him... so much.' You let out a sob and your brother notices your crying. "It'll be all right, $sibbling." He gives you a sympathetic smile "I know." //It has to be all right.// "I love you, brother," You hold another sob and look at him. "And I love you dearly too, my $sibbling." He sighs, "I wish you all the luck and I hope you'll drop by, I'll be sure to visit when I can." He says and you shake your head. Tris appears on his side with tears of his own to shed, "You'd better really visit!" Dimas looks surprised to see him crying but then smiles, "I'm going child, and you'd better keep drawing pictures for your uncle. I'll be sad if I don't have any more drawings to put on the mural." He says and Tris nods, promising to draw pictures for him every day. After saying goodbye and finishing weeping, you go to the car. Reaching the automobile Paulo opens the door for you to get in, with the perfect manner of a chauffeur. You get in with Tristan, who waves goodbye to Dimas outside and you join him, saying goodbye to your brother once again. Your brother smiles and waves back, you could swear you see his eyes watering when he stops waving to you. The car starts to move, making a roaring noise and trembling the moment the engine is turned on. You look once more at your brother, his motionless silhouette begins to disappear as the car moves forward. The landscape begins to pass quickly by the car window, looking like blurred paintings. You pay attention to the people. You see the cars moving, the children running and you see everything in a single frame. You look at your son, he seems happy, looking at Pedro driving and investigating the interior of the car. He's happy. So you're happy. //That's all that matters.// <div class="Next">[[Next|8]]</div>

After a very short moment, you and everyone else walk gracefully to their choosed clients. You stop next to the flamboyant man who gives you a shy grim, pleased with your choice. Ellis goes to the woman in the last chair, and Daniel to the woman with the irises. Once each of them has been introduced, they sit down in their respective chairs and dinner begins. Different waiters come out of a single door in the corner that leads to the kitchen and put several different dishes on the table for each guest. Your chosen client has ordered a moussaka, that has a delicious smell of fresh spices. They begin their meal, and you stand next to them. The man next to you eats his food slowly, savoring the flavors of his meal. The only audible noise in the room for a while is the clattering of cutlery, when at one point the woman in the centre speaks."We haven't just come here to indulge in the cuisine offered by the house, my companions.We've come to talk about urgent matters."She says, her tone impeccably professional, meticulously measuring every word that comes out of her full carmine lips. Before continuing, she gestures with her hand, showing you bottles of drinks that are near each participant. Understanding the gesture and the empty glasses situated in front of each plate on the table, you take the bottles from a bucket full of ice and serve your receptive customers. The red roses man's drink is a sort of red wine. You pour the drink into his glass and afterwards he brings the glass to his lips, sipping the content happily."Nothing better than a good old cabernet Sauvignon."He says, mostly for himself, since he continues to stare at his glass. He finishes to taking another sip and puts his glass back on the table."And what's this urgent business about?" He asks and you hear the man's husky low voice. "Yes, let's finish these affairs so that we can start the others."The girl with the irises laughs, looking at Daniel and quickly cutting a piece from the food on her plate. The woman frowns, "We didn't come here just to have fun, we have obligations to take care of as well." She says with a serious tone and the young woman who made the comment raises her eyebrows, "Right, sorry." She says, without another word, looking a little embarrassed. "Now let's start by talking about two individuals who continue to be a popular topic in the ministry," she says, running a hand through her long, coily hair. "Evergarden and Lavine." As soon as she says the first name, you hold back with all your will to not snap your neck towards her in shock, instead you have to pretend that the client's interests don't concern you and that they're safe to say whatever they want in this environment. <<set $guest to "André">> [[next|Ymc1]]

The man with the milk glasses sighs, "Please not again. Last time we discussed them it took hours!" He brings his almost skeletal hands to his head and runs them through his medium-black hair. "I must agree it's an overdone topic," the snapdragon lady says, also seeming irritated by the topic. "As much as it seems a bit outdated, they both keep doing terrible and stupid things and everyone let's them!" She retorts and gets up from her seat, "We're as guilty as the ministers at the head, we let the situation escalate." She begins to walk towards her companions with her glass of white wine in hand, which she swings with every step. "Evergarden has become a disease in the city, spreading through areas of the town, with no one to restrain her." She gestures for you to refill her companions' glasses. The girl with the irises looks at her, while holding her glass to be refilled, "But how are we going to do anything? We don't have any concrete evidence or resources. Baseless accusations aren't substantiated." She says and her companion walks closer to her, getting closer to her face with a smirk. "And who says we're going to open a case?" She reveals and the other opens her mouth in surprise. "Wait!" Says the man next to you, impressed and somehow excited by his companion's speech."Don't tell me we're gathering the old group?" The woman's smile becomes wide, "I've already reunited a few of the old members." She smiles back, while the others seem quite happy with her words. The glasses of mil man beams, drinking from his glass in the moment one of your companions finish filling it, "Finally! It's been ages since we've done anything exciting!" He celebrates. "That //you// haven't done something exciting." The girl with the irises laughs and he just shakes his head, not minding her words. The standing woman leans on the table, "We'll sort her out, and solve Lavine's case." She returns to sit at the table."I still can't believe they managed to remove him from his position." She says. "Although he doesn't appear to be well for a while now, his son has replaced him several times, but no one really knows what's wrong with him."The man with the roses says, and the woman with the iris replies, "It must have been heartbreak."They burst into laughter as if it were an inside joke. " Everyone, focus, please." She smiles at her companion's misguided ethics. "Oh please! We all know that it was that little prick doing, that boy Nogueira, that started to think of himself as a man after he married the eldest daughter of the Nassor's," the snapdragon woman remarks, and you know who she's talking about, Maru's husband, the daughter of your contractors. They married a few years ago, she as a young woman with great potential in the area of management and he a young minister who had just been nominated. A beautiful couple they would be, if they were ever seen together. Many people say that their marriage was purely out of interest and that her parents needed a solid foundation in the family, as well as heirs. The years have passed and the youngest sister was the one to sire their first grandchild after marrying an engineer just under a year ago. "Please, that boy is not even half as good as her. She's a woman, he's a boy. She's right not to want to copulate with that ignoble man." You client says, as if these were incontrovertible facts. "True," Agrees the skinny, pale man with the glasses of milk, "He's a real problem for us, he's explosive and acts on impulse. We have no way of knowing who's behind him and his sudden rise, nobody gets to the top like that without moving a few sticks." He says, finishing his drink in one gulp. The others imitate his gesture, drinking it all in one sip."You're right."The man next to you says, raising his glass to be served again. And so everyone rises their glasses too and you pour the drinks for them. "We have to be careful with them, they may seem harmless but they're worse than sharks, just waiting for a breach to attack." That's why I'm sending one of our people to spy on them, to find something valuable for us."She finishes speaking, raising her glass for a toast."We'll leave them in the dirt!" They join in the toast, clink their glasses and finish their drink. The iris woman finishes her drink and raises her glass with a shout, "This is for you, my dear brothers!" Everyone raises their glasses and remains silent, as a gesture of respect. As she puts the chalice down, the same woman who started the chalice-raising says, "Hey, is the work done? Can we move on to the fun?" She asks, placing the glass on the table and looking at her friends. They all look at the figure at the end of the table, who smiles, shaking her head."God help me," She laughs."We can, I'm not going to lie, I want to start the fun too." She says, turning to Elli who smiles back. And so they all turn to their companions for the evening. The somehow hadsome man turns completely to you, "Let's go to bed, cute thing." He says, taking your hand and leading you to his bed. <<if $stay is "1">>[[next|Ymc1.1]]<</if>><<if $stay is "2">>[[Reaching the bed, you do your job, leaving both of you to rest for the time being.|timesup1]]<</if>>

He takes you to the black bed surrounded by perfect vibrant red roses, that fill the whole room with a sweet fragrance. You stop in front of the bed and he picks up one of the ropes, turning around with a playfull smirk in his heart shapped lips. "Have you ever played with ropes?" he asks, coming towards you swigging the rope in his hands. "Yes, incredibly it in not an uncommon fetish." You smile sideways as he walks up behind you, passing the rope round your neck, making you shiver at the feel of its rough texture. "Really?" He asks surprised and you nod. " And you like it?" you nod, if the client likes it, that's good enough for you. You don't see it, but you know that his white smile has grown a few inches wider. "And breath play?" He wonders in a shy whisper that tickles your skin. Breath play, to strangle or be strangled, that's the question he wanted to get at. Have you ever had clients who liked it before, you always find yourself asking how someone finds out they like it? It's a bit peculiar but who are you to judge your clients. You turn to him, trying to find out his intentions, his desires, what he wants from you. And you'll figure it out. You gently pull him into a kiss, which he reciprocates enthusiastically, letting out a deep breath the moment your tongues meet. You hold him in your arms, and he pulls you close. You seek in his kiss, in his actions until you find what you need. Just like you always do. He wants... [[❈ to make you breathless]] [[❈ for you to make him breathless]]

You break away from the kiss, looking at where his eyes are hidden, you tell him with a look exactly what you want him to do. He catches your gaze, smiling in approval as he pushes you onto the bed. You fall onto the silky bed and within seconds the man is on top of you, kissing your $skin skin with gusto, smelling the fragrance of your perfume that mingles with the scent of the roses that surround you. As he kisses you, his hands work their way over your body. He begins to tie you up with the rope, restricting your wrists and then passing the length of the rope from your torso to your neck, quickly tying you up. You would be impressed by his agility and efficiency, but your mind is more focused on the sensation of the kisses that warm your flesh. Satisfied with his work, and without failing to fill your body with kisses, he leads your hands to a hook on the wall behind the bed, keeping you trapped, with your torso slightly lifted. With your hands on the hook, you are completely exposed to the man in front of you, who starts to strip. He first throws his suit aside and then his shirt, showing his well-defined abdomen and a birthmark right on the side of his hip, which somehow looks like a heart.'How interesting.'you think, running your calf along the side of his hip and touching the mark. He looks away as if remembering his own birthmark. "Ah!"He laughs."It's my mother's heirloom. It's a bit of a strange shape, isn't it?"He says and you sense a certain hesitation on his part when he mentions the mark. You rub your leg over it again, you'd rub your hand over it if you could."I think it's cute."You say in a quiet voice. He draws closer to you, almost lying on your semi-exposed torso. He scoffs jokingly, "Really? I think it's weird." "Why? It's just a birthmark." you say, staring at the only, completely, visible part of his face, his lips. "And it looks like a little heart." . He remains silent for a few seconds, assimilating what you've said, then shakes his head. "Okay, it does look like a heart."He laughs, moving closer to your lips."You're adorable, sweetie."He kisses the corner of your mouth then moves closer to you, slowly pulling your legs apart to get in between them. His lips brush lightly across yours as he pulls on the ropes, making them tighten around your body. Especially the one around your neck, making a pressure that makes breathing a little more laborious. He smiles, and kisses you intensely, which makes your difficulty breathing even worse. You feel your breathing getting shorter, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest as you lose yourself in the kiss, enjoying the proximity. Feeling his soft skin and his refined cologne with its different scents. 'almost entirely sweet but also citric.' you think. You lose yourself in these sensations until you feel his big hands moving up your body. Sliding smoothly through the thin, silky fabric of your dressing gown until he reaches your neck. He pulls away from the kiss and you open your eyes to look at the masked man beneath you. You feel his warm hands holding your neck, slowly squeezing it, as if he were giving you a massage. You might have started to feel somewhat relaxed if it hadn't been for the ropes pressing against your other limbs. He moves closer to your ear, letting out a pleasant little murmur. "If you can't stand it, say it." He assures you, still massaging your neck until he begins to squeeze it harder. The tightness makes the air suddenly become precious. You try to breathe but you can't, his hands only increase the pressure around your throat. You try to hold your breath and not panic, you've done it before, you will do it now. <<set $choke to "1">> <div class="Next">[[Next|tmyb]]</div>

You finish the kiss, looking at their hidden eyes, demonstrating with a look what you want him to do. He catches your gaze, smiling in approval as you push him onto the bed. You position yourself on top of him as he falls onto the silky bed, kissing his dark skin with gusto, feeling its smoothness and the fragrance of his scent that mingles with the scent of the roses that surround you. While he enjoys your soft kisses, your hands work the ropes all over his body. You start to tie him up with the ropes, restricting his wrists and then passing the length of the rope from his torso to his neck, quickly tying him up. You're not very good at it, but you can't help but be impressed with your agility and efficiency with the knots. Your partner smiles in satisfaction at your work, without ceasing to shower you with kisses."There's a hook in the wall."he says, moving his hands towards the object in the wall that he mentioned. You understand his command and take his hands to the hook on the wall behind the bed, keeping him restrained, his torso slightly raised. With his hands raised, he is completely exposed to you. You run your hand through his thick suit, feeling the texture of the fabric, taking the opportunity to undo a few buttons. This frees up the expanse of his shirt, and you run your hand inside of it, feeling his defined abdomen. When you pull his shirt up a little, you see something that catches your eye, a birthmark right on the side of his hip, which somehow looks like a heart.'How interesting.'you think, running your hand down the side of his hip and touch the dark mark which is slightly rougher than his skin. He looks down as if remembering his own birthmark. "Ah!" he laughs. "It's my mother's inheritance. It's a bit of a strange shape, isn't it?" He says and you sense a certain hesitation on his part when he mentions the mark. You continue to run your hand over the mark."I think it's cute."You say in a quiet voice. And he attempts to approach you but his restrained hands remind him that he's trapped for the time being. He scoffs in amusement and returns to his place, "Really? I think it's weird." "Why? It's just a birthmark." you say, staring at the only visible part of his face, his lips. "And it looks like a little heart." you try to look where his eyes should be. He stays silent for a few seconds, taking in what you've said, then shakes his head. "Okay, it really does look like a heart."He grins and pulls you closer, with his long legs, towards his face."You're adorable, sweetie."He kisses the corner of your mouth and you move closer to his body, slowly lying down on him and while standing between his legs. Your lips brush lightly across his as you begin to pull on the ropes, making them tighten around your client's body. Especially the one around his neck, applying pressure to make it a little harder for him to breathe. He gives you a quick smile and kisses you deeply, satisfied with your action. You lose yourself in the kiss, enjoying the proximity. Feeling his soft skin and his refined cologne with its unique scents, almost entirely sweet but with a hint of citrus blending in with his perfume. You lose yourself in these sensations, giving your client a mix of thrills. Sliding your hands smoothly down his shirt until you reach his throat. You pull away from the kiss and he opens his eyes, blinking rapidly. You place your hands on his warm skin and hold his neck, squeezing softly, as if massaging it. You watch him melt into your touch, letting out a soft moan. Then he opens his eyes a second time, "Squeeze." He commands with lust in his voice. You follow his order and in the middle of the massage you start to tighten your grip on his neck, pressing down on the rope around his neck as well. You see him holding his breath, feeling your hand close around his throat, feeling his throat constricting. You move closer to his face. Letting your breath touch him the moment you move in for a kiss, which he returns hoping that you'll take the air out of him. <<set $choke to "2">> <div class="Next">[[Next|thb]]</div>

You hold your breath, provoking a reaction of pure lust from him. He bends down, kissing your chin until he reaches your mouth, parting your lips for a kiss. He kisses you with raw desire, pure lust. He keeps trying to explore your mouth, but you can't even think about it, the lack of air is starting to make you lose control. You must have endured a whole minute, isn't that enough? Not for him, he keeps constricting your throat, not letting you get any air. You could ask him to stop, he even said you could, but you still can force yourself to hold on a little longer, you know you can. You stand your ground, trying to return the kiss as best you can, and over time he senses your lack of response to his actions, causing him to open his eyes. At the sight of your face, he automatically lets go of your neck and you desperately gasp for air, almost choking with it somehow. "Sorry, I got carried away." He says, loosening the ropes a little and you're sure they've left red marks on your skin. "There's no need to apologise," you say after spending a couple of seconds catching your breath with all the effort you can manage. "I was still able to hold it a little longer." "Are you crazy? You were palid." He laughs, a little worried, " You're back to your former self now." "I know I still could," you defend yourself, "I have clients who enjoy that, as I said it's nothing new." You say, almost offended that he doubts your abilities in your work. "Calm down, I didn't say you couldn't do it, just that you looked ill." He smirks, "I don't like to get to the level where a person faints or gets into that state." He puts his head on your torso, listening to your breathing as it begins to stabilise. "It's such a simple thing, breathing, isn't it?" He begins to trace his finger across your skin, "You're born knowing and you die the moment you stop...Simple things became so precious the moment you have to learn them again. When you realise how difficult the normal everyday things are and their importance" "Oh, that's poetic." You say without any enthusiasm, you do not like poetry, it makes you recognise things you don't want to know. He sees your reaction and laughs, "You don't seem to be very fond of poetry, my friend." "Ahh, I'm afraid I've never really been fond of it, I find it a bit dull and the voice of the people who usually recite them is a tad... boring." You admit it. He laughs, "True," but as he speaks he frowns, "but sometimes you just haven't found the right poem." He comments and you can't help but feel that his speech has multiple interpretations, regardless of which, you know he's right in some way. "Everything in life is poetry, beautiful and sacred to all."He comes closer, caressing the red of your neck."Everyone is an artist, every place is a canvas,"He kisses your neck,"You just have to know where to leave your mark." He bites her neck and tightens the rope again, this time tightening it enough that he doesn't need to use his hands. The rope constricts your throat, while his hands playfully slide down your dressing gown to his own trousers. "Now let's see how you really handle it." He whispers briefly, with an indecipherable smile on his lips, and you already know what to expect from the night when those lips touch yours, and his hands work their way down your body, you have to stop several times to take a breath, and although the rope was around your neck, it was he who was usually out of breath. You enjoyed each other as long as you could, as long as your breath would take, and now you're lying in bed, your client sleeping peacefully beside you. [[The time is up|timesup1]]

He kisses you greedily, trying to take not just of his own breath, but yours. You embrace him, feeling the heat of his actions. Your hands squeeze his neck more closely, feeling your fingers plunge into his neck. He kisses you savouring you, trying to explore your mouth and you lose yourself in the feeling, drinking in his warmth, wanting to take all the air out of him. You don't feel any distress from him yet, despite having tightened the rope, he's still holding his breath. He said himself that you didn't need to worry, but how can you not worry about something that could literally kill a person? So you stand firm, continuing the kiss, slightly apprehensive but your mind working in favour of his lust, his desire moving you, motivating you to caress his body. But before you can lose yourself more deeply in the kiss, in the feeling of warmth, you feel his leg lightly tapping your hip. You open your eyes to look at him, seeing that he can't stand it any longer. Quickly you release your grip and fumble the ropes and he gasps for air, unbelievably calm. "I'm sorry." You say, loosening the ropes further and you're sure they've left red marks on his skin. "No need to apologise," He breathes in a little, "I didn't last long today, must be the alcohol." He laughs. "Not that long?" you ask incredulously, he's gone a good four or five minutes without breathing. "Yes!" he laughs, "I'm sure I can hold it longer." he says, a little disappointed that he's failed himself. "Jeez, you've got good lungs, huh!" "own! Thanks!" He smiles. "My clients don't usually manage to spend that long, at most a couple of minutes like normal people." He looks at you with a judgemental face, which you can only see through his pouting lips."Are you calling me a freak?" You giggle, shaking your head, as you see his pout and pull him in for a quick kiss."I'm complimenting you again, calm down." He stops pouting and laughs with you. You hold him in your arms, ony for a minute or two, while he stabilises his breathing. "It's funny, breathing is such a simple thing." You start tracing your finger along his skin, "You're born knowing and you die the moment you stop...Simple things became so precious the moment you have to learn them again. When you realise how difficult the normal everyday things are and their importance." "Oh, that's poetic." You say without any enthusiasm, you do not like poetry, it makes you recognise things you don't want to know. He sees your reaction and laughs, "You don't seem to be very fond of poetry, my friend." "Ahh, I'm afraid I've never really been fond of it, I find it a bit dull and the voice of the people who usually recite them is a tad... boring." You admit it. He laughs, "True," but as he speaks he frowns, "but sometimes you just haven't found the right poem." He comments and you can't help but feel that his speech has multiple interpretations, regardless of which, you know he's right in some way. "Everything in life is poetry, beautiful and sacred to all."You look at him, listening to his words, as you stroke his faintly crimson skin."Everyone is an artist, every place is a canvas."You frown, as he continues to speak."You just have to know where to leave your mark." He nods at you and you quickly bend down to kiss his neck. Your lips touch his skin, biting the rope as you squeeze it once more, he holds his breath with a whimper. You tighten the grip enough to leave your hands free to explore his body. You lower your hands, slipping them through his clothes until you reach his trousers. "Now.. let's see how much you can really endure." You murmur in his ear and he holds back another whimper, while your lips nibble his ear and your hands work their way down his body. You kiss him fiercely and discover that he can actually go longer without taking a breath. And when your night is over, you find yourselves lying in bed, your client sleeping peacefully beside you with several red marks on his body, left by his own ropes. [[The time is up|timesup1]]

A couple of hours later the guards unlock the door and you have to exit the room, leaving the customers to rest. You get out of bed, looking at the man sleeping peacefully in the bed, surrounded by scraps and fruits. He is indeed a peculiar individual. You stand up, straighten your robe and head for the door, meeting the others in the corridor. "$alias, you have no idea how jealous I was of your client, the gorgeous mama was very tempting but the glimpse of the ropes thrilled me !" Ellis says, running a hand through their dishevelled hair."I love a good strapping, the spots sting afterwards but it's an interesting feeling." They add, excited by the thought of being tied up. <<if $choke == "1">>"He was really into the chocking thing." You look down, looking at your neck that is red from the ropes tight grip, leaving a very red rash on your throat, wrists and a slight one on your torso. You still don't know how you're going to appear at the job interview, you'll need a scarf, fortunately and precautionarily you always keep long clothes and accessories in your closet to hide unwanted things from the eyes of other people.<</if>><<if $choke =="2">>"It was interesting... He really liked being strangled" You can't even imagine how the rashes will sting when he wakes up.<</if>> They gasp,"My, my, what a delicious encounter you had! I'm almost jealous." "You have some weird tastes."You chuckle. Daniel appears at your side, "Yes, they have." He affirms and before they can reply to his commet, your eyes are drawn to his body, which is full of bruises and hickeys. "Hey! What happened to you?" You ask and Elli looks at him incredulously. "That?"He looks at his body."She had a fetish for spanking and bruises, it seems." He smiles, "It didn't hurt that much, thanks to the liquor." He says, and you can really tell that he looks a bit tipsy, with a wide smile on his face and his hungover eyes really do look like they've come from drinking now. "Okay mister, we'll take a look at you later." They pats him on the shoulder and he whimpers in pain. You continue walking until you reach the changing room, where you clean up and start changing. When you've finished you look at the clock, realising that it's already eleven o'clock "Crap." You say, putting your things away in your wardrobe. "All right?" Ellis asks as they tie their hair into a high, messy bun. Without the work robe they prefer to wear loose trousers and a frilly blouse, which leaves their body totally free. "Yeah, I've got a midday appointment." You say, putting on your shoes and adjusting a scarf around your neck. "The next tram leaves at ten past eleven, there's still time to catch it if you leave now." Daniel says, fixing a silver watch on his wrist, matching his neutral-coloured clothes. You stand up and look at them."Wish me luck!"You smile and they reciprocate the gesture. "That's all we ever wish for you."Ellis says and Daniel agrees, letting his hair flow down behind his back. Saying goodbye to your friends, you leave the establishment. The sun is shining as midday approaches. You run through the streets, doing your best not to bump into anyone on the street. Sometimes someone shouts at you to look where you're going, while others stare at you like you're out of your mind. Your body is still tired, but you can't miss this opportunity, so you run with everything you've got to make sure you don't miss the tram. You run until you reach the point that has accompanied you for all these years, and you arrive in time to catch the tram, climbing on and sitting down in the first empty seat you see. <div class="Next">[[Next|29]]</div>

You knock on Tristan's door. "Son? I'm coming in." You tell him and hear him yelling for you to come in. You enter his room, seeing your son once again looking through his suitcases. "Tris, you've looked through those bags a thousand times."You laugh, joining him by his bed. "I know!"He throws himself on the mattress, which responds with a creak of its wood."But what if I forget something? I'll be without it for a very loooong time!" He makes an exaggerated motion with his arms, to symbolise that "long time". You lie down with him, bringing your son into an embrace, while you brush his hair. "Tris, you can't take all your things and besides, there's always something you will think that you forgot just because you didn't take it with you ." You try to calm his nervousness. "I know..." "Then let's go to bed and sleep." "..." He remains silent, but you feel his arms tighten around your waist. You know your son, you know how anxious he gets in new environments, new people, and can you blame him? We all do and it's not every day that you have to move to a new house overnight. So you stay there, giving him the silent support you know he deserves. "Do you... think the children will like me?" You smile. 'Of course he's worried about that'. "But of course, Tris. You've never had any trouble making friends or even been shy about it, why should you now?" You break away from him, looking into your boy's eyes, which seem a little doubtful. "I don't know... It's just that if I don't like someone at school or in the neighbourhood I can just find somewhere else to stay but if we live together with them, I would feel bad if I don't like them but they like me! And what if it's the other way around?! If I like them and they don't like me! Urgh." "Tris, you're overthinking things." You kiss his forehead, "Suffering in anticipation won't do any good. You're going to see the children tomorrow and I'm sure everything will be fine. And if by chance something goes wrong you have your friends here, we can always pay them a visit." He looks you in the eye, feeling better, "You're right." He turns round and starts to take the covers off to lie down. You stand up, looking at him, who is already wrapped up and ready to fall into Morpheus' arms. You raise an eyebrow."Good, it looks like someone changed his mind about sleeping." "Yes," he laughs sheepishly, "if I go to sleep now I won't be constantly thinking about it." He admits, pulling back the covers to wrap himself more cosily. With a warm smile, you lean over to kiss his brow, "Good night, my son. Don't you worry it's going to be all right." You say, but the moment you're about to get up, Tris holds your hand. "Can you stay here with me... just for a little while?" He asks, a little coy. He knows that you usually can't stay with him at night, but tonight is different. You settle down and he moves to the corner of the bed, making room for you to lie down. You rest on the bed and he covers you with the blanket, beaming at you. "Good night $parent3." He says, yawning while he comes round to hug you. "Good night, my dearest." You secure him in your arms, keeping him close to you. You remain in bed with your son. You breathe slowly, following his breathing as it begins to slow down. You close your eyes and try to concentrate on the silence of the room or on Tris's breathing, anything that will lull you to sleep next to your son. Sleep doesn't come quickly. Your mind should be calmer...//but it's as restless as ever.// You keep your eyes shut, concentrating in everything you can except in your own thoughts, and eventually it works, you fall asleep with you sweet child at your side. <div class="Next">[[Next|42]]</div>

After a very short moment, you and everyone else walk gracefully to their choosed clients. You stop next to the pale woman who gives you a dangerous smirk, clearly pleased with your choice. Ellis goes to the woman in the last chair, and Daniel to the woman with the irises. Once each of them has been introduced, they sit down in their respective chairs and dinner begins. Different waiters come out of a single door in the corner that leads to the kitchen and put several different dishes on the table for each guest. Your chosen client has ordered a beef carpaccio, that has a delicious smell of fresh spices. They begin their meal, and you stand next to them. The woman next to you eats her food with eagerly, savoring the fllavors of her dish. The only audible noise in the room for a while is the clattering of cutlery, when at one point the woman in the centre speaks."We haven't just come here to indulge in the cuisine offered by the house, my companions.We've come to talk about urgent matters."She says, her tone impeccably professional, meticulously measuring every word that comes out of her full carmine lips. Before continuing, she gestures with her hand, showing you bottles of drinks that are near each participant. Understanding the gesture and the empty glasses situated in front of each plate on the table, you take the bottles from a bucket full of ice and serve your receptive customers. The snapdragon woman's drink is a sort of rum. You pour the drink into her glass and afterwards she brings the glass to her lips, sipping the content. She finishes licking her lips and puts her glass back on the table."And what's this urgent business about?" The woman next to you asks and you hear her raspy voice. "Yes, let's finish these affairs so that we can start the others."The girl with the irises laughs, looking at Daniel and quickly cutting a piece from the food on her plate. The woman frowns, "We didn't come here just to have fun, we have obligations to take care of as well." She says with a serious tone and the young woman who made the comment raises her eyebrows, "Right, sorry." She says, without another word, looking a little embarrassed. "Now let's start by talking about two individuals who continue to be a popular topic in the ministry," she says, running a hand through her long, coily hair. "Evergarden and Lavine." As soon as she says the first name, you hold back with all your will to not snap your neck towards her in shock, instead you have to pretend that the client's interests don't concern you and that they're safe to say whatever they want in this environment. <<set $guest to "Rosemary">> [[Next|Ymc3]]

The man with the milk glasses sighs, "Please not again. Last time we discussed them it took hours!" He brings his almost skeletal hands to his head and runs them through his medium-black hair. "I must agree it's an overdone topic," the snapdragon lady next to you say, also seeming irritated by the topic. "As much as it seems a bit outdated, they both keep doing terrible and stupid things and everyone let's them!" She retorts and gets up from her seat, "We're as guilty as the ministers at the head, we let the situation escalate." She begins to walk towards her companions with her glass of white wine in hand, which she swings with every step. "Evergarden has become a disease in the city, spreading through areas of the town, with no one to restrain her." She gestures for you to refill her companions' glasses. The girl with the irises looks at her, while holding her glass to be refilled, "But how are we going to do anything? We don't have any concrete evidence or resources. Baseless accusations aren't substantiated." She says and her companion walks closer to her, getting closer to her face with a smirk. "And who says we're going to open a case?" She reveals and the other opens her mouth in surprise. "Wait!" Says the man with the red roses, impressed and somehow excited by his companion's speech."Don't tell me we're gathering the old group?" The woman's smile becomes wide, "I've already reunited a few of the old members." She smiles back, while the others seem quite happy with her words. The glasses of mil man beams, drinking from his glass in the moment one of your companions finish filling it, "Finally! It's been ages since we've done anything exciting!" He celebrates. "That //you// haven't done something exciting." The girl with the irises laughs and he just shakes his head, not minding her words. The standing woman leans on the table, "We'll sort her out, and solve Lavine's case." She returns to sit at the table."I still can't believe they managed to remove him from his position." She says. "Although he doesn't appear to be well for a while now, his son has replaced him several times, but no one really knows what's wrong with him."The man with the roses says, and the woman with the iris replies, "It must have been heartbreak."They burst into laughter as if it were an inside joke. " Everyone, focus, please." She smiles at her companion's misguided ethics. "Oh please! We all know that it was that little prick doing, that boy Nogueira, that started to think of himself as a man after he married the eldest daughter of the Nassor's," the snapdragon woman remarks, and you know who she's talking about, Maru's husband, the daughter of your contractors. They married a few years ago, she as a young woman with great potential in the area of management and he a young minister who had just been nominated. A beautiful couple they would be, if they were ever seen together. Many people say that their marriage was purely out of interest and that her parents needed a solid foundation in the family, as well as heirs. The years have passed and the youngest sister was the one to sire their first grandchild after marrying an engineer just under a year ago. "Please, that boy is not even half as good as her. She's a woman, he's a boy. She's right not to want to copulate with that ignoble man." The roses man says, as if these were incontrovertible facts. "True," Agrees the skinny, pale man with the glasses of milk, "He's a real problem for us, he's explosive and acts on impulse. We have no way of knowing who's behind him and his sudden rise, nobody gets to the top like that without moving a few sticks." He says, finishing his drink in one gulp. The others imitate his gesture, drinking it all in one sip."You're right."The woman next to you says, raising her glass to be served again. And so everyone rises their glasses too and you pour the drinks for them. "We have to be careful with them, they may seem harmless but they're worse than sharks, just waiting for a breach to attack." That's why I'm sending one of our people to spy on them, to find something valuable for us."She finishes speaking, raising her glass for a toast."We'll leave them in the dirt!" They join in the toast, clink their glasses and finish their drink. The iris woman finishes her drink and raises her glass with a shout, "This is for you, my dear brothers!" Everyone raises their glasses and remains silent, as a gesture of respect. As she puts the chalice down, the same woman who started the chalice-raising says, "Hey, is the work done? Can we move on to the fun?" She asks, placing the glass on the table and looking at her friends. They all look at the figure at the end of the table, who smiles, shaking her head."God help me," She laughs."We can, I'm not going to lie, I want to start the fun too." She says, turning to Elli who smiles back. And so they all turn to their companions for the evening. The snow white woman turns to you, "You have no idea how much I've been waiting for this meeting to end, darling." She says, running her long fingers over your throat and leading you to her bed. <<if $stay is "1">>[[next|Ymc1.3]]<</if>><<if $stay is "2">>[[Reaching the bed, you do your job, leaving both of you to rest for the time being.|The time is up3]]<</if>>

She shows you her bed surrounded by snapdragons that are predominantly crimson in colour, with a few in other warm shades of yellow and pink. She gestures for you to lie down and you obey, sitting on the mattress while she walks towards the bedside table with the knives. She takes a short blade in her hand and starts twirling it around in her fingers, playing with the little knife. "Tell me, little one, has anyone ever drawn blood from you?" She asks, still not looking at you, entirely focused on the sharp object in her hands. You feel a chill run down the back of your spine."No."You answer without much thought, at least not with the same intention she has. She smiles mischievously, showing her teeth that are too white and two canines that are slightly sharper than normal. 'Looks like someone really got into it, to the point of sharpening their own teeth." "Good, good."She approaches you, the heel of her high boot making a rhythmically assuring noise on the wooden floor. "Well... I love being people's first time." She takes her gaze from the blade and turns to you.<<if $gender =="woman">>"But to be fair you will be my first time with a woman, how amusing." She admits, realising this."It shouldn't make much difference to me anyway, I don't care about beauty anymore, I only care about how tasty they are."She smiles at you, looking you up and down,"Although you don't lack for beauty, love."She winks at you.<</if>><<if $gender =="(trans) woman">>"But to be fair you will be my first time with a woman, how amusing." She admits, realising this."It shouldn't make much difference to me anyway, I don't care about beauty anymore, I only care about how tasty they are."She smiles at you, looking you up and down,"Although you don't lack for beauty, love."She winks at you.<</if>> She passes the blade across your face. You hold your breath the moment you feel the coolness of the cutting edge sliding across your skin, the knife is very sharp, sharp enough that she could rip your skin off if she wanted to, with no real effort. She smiles widely at your reaction, "Calm down, pet." She laughs, a low... weirdly sensual laugh. "I know my way around a blade, and ripping skin off isn't really my thing." She murmurs softly, trying to calm you down, but how the hell are you going to stay calm with a blade in your face?! She moves slowly the blade to your neck. Your heart leaps the moment she puts the knife agains your throat, and you scream internally when you feel the knife. She moves closer to you, sitting on your lap, putting her weight on your body, while whispering, "Look, I'm going to tell you what's going to happen here and now."She explains, still running the knife across your throat."I'm going to make a small cut in your neck, a silly one, just to draw some blood, okay."She looks at you, not looking for your approval or anything but just wanting to see your reaction. "After the cut, I'm going to suck your blood." She continues to explain, but all your mind can think about is what the fuck you've got yourself into! This woman is insane, she intends to cut you and drink your blood, as if she is a bloody vampire! Yes, you've heard of this fetish, you work with pleasures and sometimes people have these unusual desires but you hardly ever meet people who really like these peculiar things! Knowing that the fetish exists is one thing, now finding a person who likes it and that you can be involved with is a completely different thing! Especially if the client looks like a psychopath who's going to drain your blood and leave you in an alley to be found at sunrise! 'Do you understand?" She asks, adjusting her position on top of you. You didn't heard anything she said after the, "I'm going to open your skin and drain your blood" but you nod anyway. [[next|Ymc1.3.1]]

The moment you answer, she stabs part of the blade into the side of your neck, making you scream from both the shock and pain. She sticks the blade in deep enough to draw blood, then she draws a line in the crook of your neck. She withdraws the blade and you hold back a gasp of pain as your blood begins to leak out from the cut. Bringing the knife to her lips, she licks the blade, tasting your blood, seeing if its flavour is worth it. She lets out a sigh of satisfaction, "One of the richest I've ever tasted." She says with a contented smile. You don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it doesn't matter because she shoves you onto the bed and then lies on top of you, putting her mouth on the cut that she has inflicted on you. Her warm mouth finds the cut, sucking your blood as she holds you in place with a strong grip on your wrists. You feel her tongue running across your wound, pressing into the cut until she bites the spot with force, making you release a loud squeal, which only makes her more excited. You feel her sharp canines pressing harder and harder into your skin, trying to tear an entrance to draw more blood from you. She manages to penetrate your skin, drawing blood from you, this time more than from the cut. She drinks your blood unmercifully, holding you tightly to the bed. You hold back whimpers in your throat as your hands clutch the bed sheet. After getting what she wanted from your neck, she pulls away, licking her lips, which have now lost their light crimson-red colour and are beginning to take on a slightly darker shade. "My love, you really are a delicious little thing," She said, kissing your neck wounds. <<if $gender =="woman">> "If I knew that a lady's blood tasted this good, I would have hired one before."She giggles.<</if>> <<if $gender =="man">> "You're way tastier than most of the man I meet before, interesting." She says, liking her blood red lips.<</if>> <<if $gender =="(trans) woman">> "If I knew that a lady's blood tasted this good, I would have hired one before."She giggles.<</if>> <<if $gender =="(trans) man">> "You're way tastier than most of the man I meet before, interesting." She says, liking her blood red lips.<</if>> <<if $gender =="person">> "You're very interresting indeed, sweetie. You taste so perfectly... not too sweet, nor too strong, it is trully a intoxicating taste." She giggles.<</if>>After revelling in your blood, her lips meet yours, kissing you with lust, while her hands leave your wrists and begin to run down your dressing gown, searching for your skin. She begins to loosen your robe and places her hands between your hips, kissing from your mouth to the other side of your neck. You shudder as she bites down. Biting hard in several different places, leaving shallow bite marks until she bites harder, causing another bleed. She once again eagerly drinks your blood and releases you from your garment. She dominates you completely, drawing moans of pain every time her sharp canines pierce your skin or when her nails scratch through your skin. You can barely move with her presence, it's not fear, it's just submission. Submission that makes you leave your body at the woman's mercy, for her to do with as she pleases. How many marks has she left on you? On your body, which has been explored with delight. You don't think about these things while you're in bed with your client sleeping peacefully beside you, satisfied with everything she's taken from you today, with everything you've been able to pleasure her with. [[The time is up|The time is up3]]

A couple of hours later the guards unlock the door and you have to exit the room, leaving the customers to rest. You get out of bed, looking at the man sleeping peacefully in the bed, surrounded by scraps and fruits. He is indeed a peculiar individual. You stand up, straighten your robe and head for the door, meeting the others in the corridor. "$alias, my dear God, what made you choose that client?!"Ellis says, running their hand through their blonde hair with a disbelieving look on their faces,"I know she was good-looking but her crazy face was undeniable! Like blood, really? Just thinking about it makes my blood pressure drop!"Ellis has a phobia of blood, they were literally sick when a security guard got hurt and bled, we had to take them along to the hospital. "It was... intense to say the least," You tell, trying to remain impartial, even though you're sure you cursed her every time she cut you to take your blood. "INTENSE?! I was sick just thinking about what was happening in your bed, Christ, you look like a mummy with that bandaged neck!" You look down, forcing yourself to not freak out at the fact that your neck is all bandaged up and your body is full of bites and cuts. You still don't know how you're going to appear at the job interview, you'll need a scarf, fortunately and precautionarily you always keep long clothes and accessories in your closet to hide unwanted things from the eyes of other people. Out of nowhere, Daniel's altered voice startles you both, "Ha! she's done some damage to your neck! Check out mine too friend!" He laughs and shows you his own neck, full of bruises and hickeys. "Hey! What happened to you?" You ask and Elli looks at him incredulously. "That?"He looks at his body."She had a fetish for spanking and bruises, it seems." He smiles, "It didn't hurt that much, thanks to the liquor." He says, and you can really tell that he looks a bit tipsy, with a wide smile on his face and his hungover eyes really do look like they've come from drinking now. "Okay mister, we'll take a look at you later." They pats him on the shoulder and he whimpers in pain. You continue walking until you reach the changing room, where you clean up and start changing. When you've finished you look at the clock, realising that it's already eleven o'clock " Crap." You say, putting your things away in your wardrobe. "All right?" Ellis asks as they tie their hair into a high, messy bun. Without the work robe they prefer to wear loose trousers and a frilly blouse, which leaves their body totally free. "Yeah, I've got a midday appointment." You say, putting on your shoes and adjusting a scarf around your neck. "The next tram leaves at ten past eleven, there's still time to catch it if you leave now." Daniel says, fixing a silver watch on his wrist, matching his neutral-coloured clothes. You stand up and look at them."Wish me luck!"You smile and they reciprocate the gesture. "That's all we ever wish for you."Ellis says and Daniel agrees, letting his hair flow down behind his back. Saying goodbye to your friends, you leave the establishment. The sun is shining as midday approaches. You run through the streets, doing your best not to bump into anyone on the street. Sometimes someone shouts at you to look where you're going, while others stare at you like you're out of your mind. Your body is still tired, but you can't miss this opportunity, so you run with everything you've got to make sure you don't miss the tram. You run until you reach the point that has accompanied you for all these years, and you arrive in time to catch the tram, climbing on and sitting down in the first empty seat you see. <div class="Next">[[Next|29]]</div>

After a very short moment, you and everyone else walk gracefully to their choosed clients. You stop next to the woman who gives you a happy smile with her purple thin lips, pleased with your choice. Ellis goes to the woman in the last chair, and Daniel to the man with the glasses of milk. Once each of them has been introduced, they sit down in their respective chairs and dinner begins. Different waiters come out of a single door in the corner that leads to the kitchen and put several different dishes on the table for each guest. Your chosen client has ordered a beet and Blood Orange Salad, that has a delicious sweet smell. They begin their meal, and you stand next to them. The woman next to you eats her food with gusto, savoring the fllavors of her dish. The only audible noise in the room for a while is the clattering of cutlery, when at one point the woman in the centre speaks."We haven't just come here to indulge in the cuisine offered by the house, my companions.We've come to talk about urgent matters."She says, her tone impeccably professional, meticulously measuring every word that comes out of her full carmine lips. Before continuing, she gestures with her hand, showing you bottles of drinks that are near each participant. Understanding the gesture and the empty glasses situated in front of each plate on the table, you take the bottles from a bucket full of ice and serve your receptive customers. The irises woman's drink is a sort of gin wth a lilac color. You pour the drink into her glass and afterwards she brings the glass to her lips, sipping the content. She finishes to take a sip and puts her glass back on the table."And what's this urgent business about?" The woman next to you asks and you hear her melodic voice. "Yes, let's finish these affairs so that we can start the others."The girl with the irises laughs, looking at you with a wide, creepy, smile and quickly cutting a piece from the food on her plate. The woman frowns, "We didn't come here just to have fun, we have obligations to take care of as well." She says with a serious tone and the young woman who made the comment raises her eyebrows, "Right, sorry." She says, without another word, looking a little embarrassed. "Now let's start by talking about two individuals who continue to be a popular topic in the ministry," she says, running a hand through her long, coily hair. "Evergarden and Lavine." As soon as she says the first name, you hold back with all your will to not snap your neck towards her in shock, instead you have to pretend that the client's interests don't concern you and that they're safe to say whatever they want in this environment. <<set $guest to "Linda">> [[Next|Ymc2]]

The man with the milk glasses sighs, "Please not again. Last time we discussed them it took hours!" He brings his almost skeletal hands to his head and runs them through his medium-black hair. "I must agree it's an overdone topic," the snapdragon lady states, also seeming irritated by the topic. "As much as it seems a bit outdated, they both keep doing terrible and stupid things and everyone let's them!" She retorts and gets up from her seat, "We're as guilty as the ministers at the head, we let the situation escalate." She begins to walk towards her companions with her glass of white wine in hand, which she swings with every step. "Evergarden has become a disease in the city, spreading through areas of the town, with no one to restrain her." She gestures for you to refill her companions' glasses. The girl with the irises looks at her, while holding her glass for you to refill, "But how are we going to do anything? We don't have any concrete evidence or resources. Baseless accusations aren't substantiated." She says and her companion walks closer to her, getting closer to her face with a smirk. "And who says we're going to open a case?" She reveals and the other opens her mouth in surprise. "Wait!" Says the man with the red roses, impressed and somehow excited by his companion's speech."Don't tell me we're gathering the old group?" The woman's smile becomes wide, "I've already reunited a few of the old members." She smiles back, while the others seem quite happy with her words. The glasses of mil man beams, drinking from his glass in the moment one of your companions finish filling it, "Finally! It's been ages since we've done anything exciting!" He celebrates. "That //you// haven't done something exciting." The girl nex to you laughs and he just shakes his head, not minding her words. The standing woman leans on the table, "We'll sort her out, and solve Lavine's case." She returns to sit at the table."I still can't believe they managed to remove him from his position." She says. "Although he doesn't appear to be well for a while now, his son has replaced him several times, but no one really knows what's wrong with him."The man with the roses says, and the woman with the iris replies, "It must have been heartbreak."They burst into laughter as if it were an inside joke. " Everyone, focus, please." She smiles at her companion's misguided ethics. "Oh please! We all know that it was that little prick doing, that boy Nogueira, that started to think of himself as a man after he married the eldest daughter of the Nassor's," the snapdragon woman remarks, and you know who she's talking about, Maru's husband, the daughter of your contractors. They married a few years ago, she as a young woman with great potential in the area of management and he a young minister who had just been nominated. A beautiful couple they would be, if they were ever seen together. Many people say that their marriage was purely out of interest and that her parents needed a solid foundation in the family, as well as heirs. The years have passed and the youngest sister was the one to sire their first grandchild after marrying an engineer just under a year ago. "Please, that boy is not even half as good as her. She's a woman, he's a boy. She's right not to want to copulate with that ignoble man." The roses man says, as if these were incontrovertible facts. "True," Agrees the skinny, pale man with the glasses of milk, "He's a real problem for us, he's explosive and acts on impulse. We have no way of knowing who's behind him and his sudden rise, nobody gets to the top like that without moving a few sticks." He says, finishing his drink in one gulp. The others imitate his gesture, drinking it all in one sip."You're right! He's a big problem to us."The woman next to you says, raising her glass to be served again. And so everyone rises their glasses too and you pour the drinks for them. "We have to be careful with them, they may seem harmless but they're worse than sharks, just waiting for a breach to attack." That's why I'm sending one of our people to spy on them, to find something valuable for us."She finishes speaking, raising her glass for a toast."We'll leave them in the dirt!" They join in the toast, clink their glasses and finish their drink. The iris woman finishes her drink with a gulp and raises her glass with a shout, "This is for you, my dear brothers!" Everyone raises their glasses and remains silent, as a gesture of respect. As she puts the chalice down, the woman beside you, who started the chalice-raising , says. "Hey, is the work done? Can we move on to the fun?" She asks, placing the glass on the table and looking at her friends. They all look at the figure at the end of the table, who smiles, shaking her head."God help me," She laughs."We can, I'm not going to lie, I want to start the fun too." She says, turning to Elli who smiles back. And so they all turn to their companions for the evening. The tanned woman turns to you, "It's finally over!"She giggles,"Now, we can have time for ourselves!" She says, leading you to her bed. <<if $stay is "1">>[[next|Ymc1.2]]<</if>><<if $stay is "2">>[[Reaching the bed, you do your job, leaving both of you to rest for the time being.|The time is up]]<</if>>

She guides you to the bed with its glossy black sheets and the flowers that seem so vibrant and alive, it almost hurts to look at them. "Sit here." She says and you obey, sitting down on the petals of the flowers on the black bedsheet. "I'm not much of a talker in these moments, cutie," she says, taking the leather whip in her hands, the item so adorned and so like her that you're sure it was custom-made. She sits down on the bed next to you, lifting up part of her dress and showing one of her thighs. You see a metal device with sharp points wrapped around her leg. Along its length you can see red marks from where the brace used to be, leaving scars and bruises on her thigh.'Urgh, that must hurt.' "So this is how it's going to be," she says, undoing the straps of the device constricting her thigh. "You choose whether you want to be spanked or me." She looks at you with burning flames in her eyes."I don't particularly care, I'm going to satisfy myself either way. She smiles, taking the last strap from her leg. The moment she takes off the accessory that had its metal spikes stuck in her smooth thighs, you see the real damage they've done. Her skin is almost completely covered in deep cuts that leave red raw stitches and blue bruises on her leg. some appear to be older and healed, others have scabs, and there are others in living flesh. She puts the device down on the side table, looking back at you with a questioning look, what will your choice be? [[❈ To flog]] [[❈ To be flogged]]

Your client enters the room, and you do your job, showing that you're not shaken by what happened earlier, making sure that at the end of their time your client leaves as satisfied as everyone else who has experienced your company. Afterwards, you leave your bedroom and head for the changing room, as the time for the evening's event is almost upon us. You arrive in the changing room, where some people are getting ready, applying make-up or adjusting their robes. About five people have been invited for the meeting, including you, Daniel and Ellis. The moment you step into the room, people stare at you. You just keep walking until a couple of people stop to talk to you."Is it true that some crazy person stole the keys from security and broke into your room?" a tall person asks you, "I heard that they tried to harm you! Is true that they had a knife?" Another shorter person asks. You glace at them, not knowing what to say, when a familiar voice speaks."Get away from $them, you vultures, you're not from the Gazette!"Ellis says walking closer with Daniel, and hitting the people who came to question you with a fan, a stupidly huge and white fan. Your friends take you away and the others just grumble quietly as they go back to preparing themselves for the event. When you reach their dressing tables, you sit down. "How are you?" Daniel asks as he braids his hair, staring at you and not even looking where each strand of hair goes, it seems to come naturally to him. "Well, why? You ask as if I haven't already said that I'm fine." You roll your eyes while you start to <<if $hairlenght =="hip-lenght hair">>take your time to properly brush your very long hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="shoulder-lenght hair">>take your time to properly brush your long hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="chin-lenght hair">>take some time to properly brush your $hair hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="short hair">>take a few seconds to properly brush your short hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="very short hair">>take a few seconds to properly brush your very short hair. <<elseif $hairlenght =="buzzcut">>pass your hand in your buzzcut, glad that you don't have to style your hair. <</if>> "No! We don't doubt you, but just to be sure." Ellis says in Daniel's aid.<<if $jean_love ==2>> waiting a bit to add, "You really seemed to be quite fond of that client." Daniel just nods in agreement. You click your tongue."<<print $jeanthey.toUpperFirst()>> was just a client" You retort. "Suree..."They reply and Daniel shakes his head.<</if>> You change into a longer robe. Its fabric is less transparent than your normal dressing gowns, more thickly textured but not completely opaque. Made in a beautiful shade of white and adorned with golden flowers details on the edges, it gives a more refined touch to your outfit, perfect for dates like these. You take another look at yourself on your dressing table, making sure you're presentable, you put your $mask mask back on, tightening it so it doesn't come off, while you wait for them to call you. <div class="Next">[[Next|❈ DS3]]</div>

She smiles broadly and fills a glass with liquor, "You'll need it." She offers you the full glass. "Sorry, I can't." You decline, not forgetting the important appointment you'll have in a few hours. It would be completely pathetic if you turned up to your interview drunk, Bruno would also be very disappointed in you. <<set $flog to "1">> "Are you pregnant? Sore in the crotch or something like that?" She asks, shaking the glass with the golden liquid in it. "What! No!" You squeal. "'Just making sure," she laughs, "then there's no reason for you to not drink it. It'll only ease the pain, I know most people can't take severe pain." "I don't mind, as long as it's... manageable." You have a real preference for being in one piece for the interview. "Right, right. But I think it's good for you to drink, at least a little, there's not much alcohol in it, in fact it's more of a mild sedative that will make the pain more bearable." She explains, swirling the liquid around in her glass as if it disgusted her, repulsed at the thought of soothing her pleasurable pain. She once again extends the glass to you."Look, maybe you don't want to, darling, I don't want to give it to you, but sometimes the pain is more than you can bear and sometimes people pass out or whatever, it's a real pain in the arse, so please just drink a glass or two, it won't get you drunk." You look at the glass and pick it up reluctantly. "Unlike you, I'm going to get drunk on this marvellous rum!"She giggles while picking up a bottle from beside the bed and bringging it close to your glass to toast. You toast the glass and the bottle with the ringing sound of clinking glass. While you put the cup to your mouth to try the drink, she puts the bottle neck to her mouth and sips it's content eagerly. She lets out a soft contented sigh as she finishes chugging half of the bottle, and you finish drinking the liquid, which tasted surprisingly good. Putting the bottle on the side table, she begins to play with the straps of her whip. You put the glass aside and just as the glass is secured on the table, she hits you on the thigh with the whip. You shriek with shock at her sudden action. Incredibly, it doesn't hurt as much as it should, you just feel a faint pain and a tingling in the area. " What ?" You start but she kisses your mouth, squeezing your collar bone with her long nails, aggressively scratching your skin. Her grape flavoured lips press against yours as she leads you to lie down on the bed. On top of you, she breaks the kiss and gets up from you, with a chilling look in her eyes that lingers on yours. With her free hand, she gestures with her finger for you to turn round on the bed, lying on your stomach. Now you're facing the black sheet. The softness of it meets your face, and the scent of irises invades your nostrils in an intoxicatingly sweet odour. She begins to run her hands over your back, slowly removing your upper body dressing gown, leaving it visible and accessible to her. "What a lovely back," She points out, running her nails down your spine to your tailbone. " not a single bruise," She kisses the length of your back, you hardly feel it but her action sends a shiver down your spine. "Not for too long." She bites your neck, gripping it tightly. You groan, feeling her teeth cutting into your flesh, and her hands grabbing any piece of your skin she can. You grab the sheets, feeling a strange tingling sensation on your skin, which is strangely sensual, drawing out more whimpers of pleasure from you. She takes her hands, caressing your skin until she reaches your bottom, giving it a firm squeeze. She grins, and takes her hands away from you. For a second you wonder what she's going to do, but you don't have to think for too long as you feel her whip striking against your back. You yell, gripping the bedsheets tightly. " Oh, what a marvellous sound, honey!" She says, pleasure pouring out of her words as she slaps the whip across your back again and again She carries on lashing the whip and with each strike you discover that you actually know a rather extensive range of curses. Bad words you didn't even know you knew. With your back flagellated, she bites your neck, leaving more marks all over your body. She moans as she bites close to your ear and you try to control your breathing, feeling your body tingle in a mixture of feelings. After a few lashings, she stops and fills another glass with the liquor. "Here, darling. I think you'll need it." She says placing the glass next to your face, you try to sit but she stops you."I think you'd be better if you didn't move too much now. Just turn around a little."She hands you the glass and you drink the contents while she reaches for the bottle once more, completely consuming its contents. You finish your glass and she begins another round with you, savouring your pain, bringing you pleasure and pain that blend together, confusing your mind about where the pleasure begins and the pain ends After hours, you find yourselves lying in bed. [[The time is up|The time is up2]]

She smiles, giving you the whip and lying down on the bed. She kneels and turns to you. <<set $flog to "2">> "Unzip me please sweetie." She asks and you obey. Your hand takes hold of the zip and slides it all the way down, opening it and exposing her entire back. Without hesitation she begins to undress, taking off her dress and exposing her whole body to you. Her body has several large bruises and scars on it, some new and others with an aged appearance. "I want you to hit me as hard as you can," She turns round, getting on all fours in front of you."Don't hold back." You look at the whip in her hands and her already bruised back, a little worried about the state she's already in but... you obey her order. You twist your wrist and slap the strands of the whip against her purplish back. She doesn't scream, just arches her back a little. "Ha! Sweet," she turns her head to look at you. "You're going to have to hit a little harder." 'What the hell is this woman made of?!' You hit again, mustering your strength to get an approval from her. This time, she arches her back more, holding back a moan. She approved. You hit again and she lets out a moan as one of her fresh wounds opens up again, spilling blood. You hit her again and again. Her bare back is all you can think about for a few minutes before she turns around to face you. Exposing her front, her black lingerie and jewels that lose all relevance to the red and purple marks that colour her warm skin. "I want you to hit my thighs." She whispers in you lips just as she pulls you into a quick kiss. You stare at the expanse of her soft thighs and frown as you think of the pain it must be to be whipped there but you follow her order, making her purple whip meet the smooth expanse of her thighs, leaving a broad reddish spot on it and making her bite her lips in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "You're good..." She praises you, "I thought I'd like to hear your moans but this is much better." She laughs in an act of complete lust and pulls you close once more for a deep kiss this time. Her mouth tastes like copper, she's been biting her lips all this time, bruising them to the point where blood comes out. You two continue kissing, and she takes the cue to start another roud, savouring you and taking advantage of all the pain you can provide. After hours, you find yourselves lying on the bed. [[The time is up|The time is up2]]

A couple of hours later the guards unlock the door and you have to exit the room, leaving the customers to rest. You get out of bed, looking at the man sleeping peacefully in the bed, surrounded by scraps and fruits. He is indeed a peculiar individual. You stand up, straighten your robe and head for the door, meeting the others in the corridor. "$alias, Oh my! Your client was really passionated about the art of suffering!" Ellis says, running a hand through their dishevelled hair."I can enjoy a good flogging..." They add, excited by the thought of being flogged. <<if $flog == "1">>"She was really into the flogging thing." You try to not mind the bruises on your skin that will probably ache when the liquor effect runs off. You still don't know how you're going to appear at the job interview, you'll need a scarf, fortunately and precautionarily you always keep long clothes and accessories in your closet to hide unwanted things from the eyes of other people.<</if>><<if $flog =="2">>"It was kind of weird... She was really into being flogged and the whole pain thing." you won't forget the sight of her bruised back for a long time.<</if>> They gasp,"Nevertheless, what a delicious encounter you had! I'm almost jealous." "You have some weird tastes."You chuckle. Daniel appears at your side, "Yes, they have." He affirms and before they can reply to his commet, your eyes are drawn to him and he carrys a satisfied smile in his lips. "Hmmm, someone seems to be pleased with the meeting." Ellis chuckles. "It was actually pretty good! I'm so full! There was so much good food there, I ate until after he went to sleep!"He says, patting his stomach. "You really have a sweet tooth, Daniel!"You laugh. "Yes! But there was more fruits than sweets, it was very good!"He smiles, really happy to have eaten good food, and for free on top. But honestly, who doesn't like free food? You continue walking until you reach the changing room, where you clean up and start changing. When you've finished you look at the clock, realising that it's already eleven o'clock "Crap." You say, putting your things away in your wardrobe. "All right?" Ellis asks as they tie their hair into a high, messy bun. Without the work robe they prefer to wear loose trousers and a frilly blouse, which leaves their body totally free. "Yeah, I've got a midday appointment." You say, putting on your shoes and adjusting a scarf around your neck. "The next tram leaves at ten past eleven, there's still time to catch it if you leave now." Daniel says, fixing a silver watch on his wrist, matching his neutral-coloured clothes. You stand up and look at them."Wish me luck!"You smile and they reciprocate the gesture. "That's all we ever wish for you."Ellis says and Daniel agrees, letting his hair flow down behind his back. Saying goodbye to your friends, you leave the establishment. The sun is shining as midday approaches. You run through the streets, doing your best not to bump into anyone on the street. Sometimes someone shouts at you to look where you're going, while others stare at you like you're out of your mind. Your body is still tired, but you can't miss this opportunity, so you run with everything you've got to make sure you don't miss the tram. You run until you reach the point that has accompanied you for all these years, and you arrive in time to catch the tram, climbing on and sitting down in the first empty seat you see. <div class="Next">[[Next|29]]</div>