#b3ll3 | threads

“hello, they said you asked for me personally…” her voice trails off when she sees the man, the door behind her sliding shut the only noise in the room for a long moment. the smile on her face dies, something buried deep in her memory drives stirring. “you’re not one of my regulars.” she says, scanning the room and noticing the tall robot just in the corner. it doesn’t alarm her, every room has one for security purposes…except when she looks a little closer she realizes it’s not one that belongs to the brothel. maybe this one’s new, she thinks to herself pushing past the uneasy feeling of knowledge just out of reach. “so, what is it that you’re into handsome?” she asks, going through the motions while her mind is busy trying to put together a puzzle she doesn’t have all the pieces too.