The Abandoned Whorehouse District, Saturday afternoon
A year ago, Zayne was on top of the world. An associate of the Skywalkers. Slowly buying up all of the independent land on the island for himself. But then he lost everything.
Everything... including his dignity.
The only things he managed to keep were his body and any clothes that were tight enough to let people know that yeah, he was willing to lease his body out for a reasonable price. He made his way over to the warehouse district, found a nice street corner, and tried to look classy, but not TOO classy and definitely for sale.
Business world, Zayne Carrick would be back inside of you just as soon as he had the money, just like... Actually, let's just leave it at that.
[OOC: Yes, I declare the warehouse district to be where SOW hookers go. TRY TO RESIST THE WHOREHOUSE DISTRICT PUN. YOU CANNOT.
Open to customers, fellow hookers, and maybe even police.]
Everything... including his dignity.
The only things he managed to keep were his body and any clothes that were tight enough to let people know that yeah, he was willing to lease his body out for a reasonable price. He made his way over to the warehouse district, found a nice street corner, and tried to look classy, but not TOO classy and definitely for sale.
Business world, Zayne Carrick would be back inside of you just as soon as he had the money, just like... Actually, let's just leave it at that.
[OOC: Yes, I declare the warehouse district to be where SOW hookers go. TRY TO RESIST THE WHOREHOUSE DISTRICT PUN. YOU CANNOT.
Open to customers, fellow hookers, and maybe even police.]