Open smut season
Who: Leo and YOU 8D
When: Set before the beginning of "His Brother's Keeper". Leo is just a pushy call boy looking for work.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Uh. Prostitution. Sex and violence, likely.
Summary: Leo's room is open. Feel free to step in for a night of debauchery. Be warned though; the golden boy of Club Wisp has a nasty temper and charges a pretty penny.
It was just another night. Leo looked down on some of the others who occupied the rooms in this long, dark hallway at the back of the club. They all had some sad, whimpering outlook on everything. Brutus Sanarkant, the owner of Club Wisp and Leo's mentor and benefactor wasn't one to force young people into this dark profession-- not in the traditional sense. He was a manipulator, gifted at making you believe you want something even if you don't. Perhaps that was why so many found this profession to be such a miserable existence.
In Leo's case well... There was a reason he was the 'golden boy'. He wasn't like the others. Pretentious and arrogant, the young man had turned his back on his parents years before and
all but forgotten their existence in a matter of weeks. He existed to promote his own wealth and his own status. And there was nothing more exciting than the streets of Paragon city. He'd nearly lost his life on several occasions before Brutus had taken him under his wing. Being cruel and antisocial made the Turf Boss push him into this; the most social of professions. He hadn't expected Leo to take to it so well, let alone to thrive in the life of debauchery. His days were spent serving as a bodyguard and bouncer to the boss, using his powerful pyrokinesis to ensure their land's safety, and his nights were spent cloaked in silk and feathers and make-up as he got down on his knees to afford his affluent lifestyle choices.
It was Paragon, after all, and nothing was more important than the trends and styles that ruled it.
Tonight, Leo had chosen another extravagant look. He wore a sheer robe that left nothing to the imagination, ostentatious feathers resting delicately on the neck. It was all hues of lavender and violet. The call boy lay stretched out on the large bed that took up one wall of his 'dressing' room, waiting for the doorman to send him his next guest. He couldn't wait.
When: Set before the beginning of "His Brother's Keeper". Leo is just a pushy call boy looking for work.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Uh. Prostitution. Sex and violence, likely.
Summary: Leo's room is open. Feel free to step in for a night of debauchery. Be warned though; the golden boy of Club Wisp has a nasty temper and charges a pretty penny.
It was just another night. Leo looked down on some of the others who occupied the rooms in this long, dark hallway at the back of the club. They all had some sad, whimpering outlook on everything. Brutus Sanarkant, the owner of Club Wisp and Leo's mentor and benefactor wasn't one to force young people into this dark profession-- not in the traditional sense. He was a manipulator, gifted at making you believe you want something even if you don't. Perhaps that was why so many found this profession to be such a miserable existence.
In Leo's case well... There was a reason he was the 'golden boy'. He wasn't like the others. Pretentious and arrogant, the young man had turned his back on his parents years before and
all but forgotten their existence in a matter of weeks. He existed to promote his own wealth and his own status. And there was nothing more exciting than the streets of Paragon city. He'd nearly lost his life on several occasions before Brutus had taken him under his wing. Being cruel and antisocial made the Turf Boss push him into this; the most social of professions. He hadn't expected Leo to take to it so well, let alone to thrive in the life of debauchery. His days were spent serving as a bodyguard and bouncer to the boss, using his powerful pyrokinesis to ensure their land's safety, and his nights were spent cloaked in silk and feathers and make-up as he got down on his knees to afford his affluent lifestyle choices.
It was Paragon, after all, and nothing was more important than the trends and styles that ruled it.
Tonight, Leo had chosen another extravagant look. He wore a sheer robe that left nothing to the imagination, ostentatious feathers resting delicately on the neck. It was all hues of lavender and violet. The call boy lay stretched out on the large bed that took up one wall of his 'dressing' room, waiting for the doorman to send him his next guest. He couldn't wait.