In the dead of night where people were mostly asleep in their homes, tired from their work or school... Only people who are looking for momentary pleasure and night workers remain awake. And by night workers, I meant "serving people" in the night workers. People who offer themselves for a few bucks, just to have something to eat... And by some twist of fate, I became one of them.
It wasn't really because I had any other choice. In fact, I would grab other opportunities if I had one. However, I didn't have any of that, so I can't really be choosy now can I? I mean, with debt collectors after my ass (literally and figuratively), all I can do is work my butt off just to shake them off, right?
However, after searching for a month, I couldn't find any another job that would take me in. I mean, I can understand them. After all, I'm just a dotted frog man... What else can my DNA provide for them other than by jumping high? In addition, I'm one of the smaller species in the frog family, rendering me more useless...
I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. A man with soft and delicate features. My
My nose is tall and delicate, its bridge straight and narrow, giving my profile a quiet elegance. My eyes… I've always thought them too soft, framed by long lashes that always frames me having a "gentle" expression or as what people say.
My lips are shaped just so, neither too full nor too thin, carrying a faint curve that sometimes confuses people—it may look soft but it's also very capable of sharp words. My chin is smooth and rounded, not harsh or squared like most men's, blending seamlessly with my jawline.
Skin almost porcelain in certain light, unscarred by the roughness life tends to leave behind. My eyebrows are neat and slightly arched, giving my expressions a subtle grace rather than a blunt boldness.
Everything about my features screams delicate and feminine... So, I can definitely say, I won't be famous with women here. It scares me how I can already see myself succumbing to a greasy old man with weird fetishes just to get a few bucks just to pay for my parents debt.
I shivered at the thought. No matter how many times I composed and convinced myself, it still gives me the creeps. "I just really hope that if something really DOES happen..." I trailed off, touching my bum, wincing as I imagine the inevitable future, "I hope it won't hurt."
I sighed again as I slumped down on a nearby chair. The brothel was about to open soon, and it's my first day here so I'm bound to be "advertise"... I can only imagine what kind of twisted old men would "claim" me.
"Ha... As long as they pay me for my 'services.'" I sighed resignedly. I really feel like I was aging rapidly because I kept sighing, but what else can I do besides that? I looked at the clock hanging in the wall and saw that I only had 10 minutes left of freedom.
I slowly stood up, walking back towards the mirror and upon seeing my reflection, I sighed again. I touched my reflection, seeing the resigned and exhausted expression on my face, I put on a bright smile, "You can do this, Ranel." I cheered myself up.
Glancing up at the clock again, I saw I only had 7 minutes left. I hastily fixed the suit I was wearing and after being satisfied with it, I walked towards the door. As I was about to get out, I hesitated again. 'Once I go out of this room... I really can't go back.'
I tensed up again, naturally I still seriously didn't want to go. But remembering my staggering debt, I placed my forehead on the door and shut my eyes. 'I seriously am losing my mind,' I thought.
'What if... What if I should just run away and find another job? Surely, this month was just a bad one. Surely I'll find another job... A job that is honorable...'
I opened my eyes, and hesitantly opened the door and walked out of the changing room.
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Hey! So, this is a short chapter. Because I just want to show the pov of the main character first, before delving into the main course. I hope that you guys enjoedy this.