#escortingsecrets

A good person, huh? He wouldn't laughed, if he wasn't aware and considerate enough of how sensetive a moment this was. For Shivan, and for him. He smirked, but that was as far as it went, as the smirk simmered down as he looked between them. He'd already been half exposed with his scars, but given the others exposure, and their long history, he saw no reason not to even things out. He let his top fall as well, looking over the memories marking his body.

Tattoos from another life, marking his actions and his 'successes'. Scars marking his successes and his survival and endurance. At least, that's how he saw it. Doesn't always leave confidence brimming, which was only part of the reason he liked to adjust his uniform to accent the parts of his body he did know, with confidence, looked appealing without putting the worst of it on display.

"Dunno about good person, sweet heart," he remarked softly, weak amusement in his voice, though he spoke the pet name he'd had for Shivan with more respect, "but it is what it is. It's reminders for me, too. All of it, marking my body. Most I can be proud of, others I just wear with the necessary shame. That's how it is. That's the life. As for one that didn't deserve so may?" he inclined his head.

His gaze flitted over Shivan, but it didn't linger. He knew enough about his history with Corneo, but unless absolutely necessary for any mission, he'd never pried anything out of him he wasn't willing to give, and he wouldn't start now.

Still...

"You're damn strong, ya know that, right? Stronger than most people I meet, and ya know that's saying something." he told him. His gaze flitted to Shivan's neck then, and he sighed. "Damn bastard. I'll celebrate the day we bring back firing squads for that fat fuck."

Wall Market, Sector 6 ... late evening ...

How the bloody hell did this become her job? Thera slowed to a stop at a traffic light, glancing at the GPS to check her directions. Given her own time to visit Wall Market she might have enjoyed the trip - who didn't like a bit of shopping and decent food, after all? But unfortunately tonight she was here with a task in mind.

She pulled the sleek, glossy-black car into a spot outside the Honeybee Inn and climbed out, taking a careful look around as she locked it up, old habits dying hard. The vehicle was Shinra-issue, but bore no marks to suggest so; for discretion, perhaps, or simply to lower the temptation for someone to trash the thing while she was inside.

Eyes followed her as she climbed the steps, a mix of locals not recognising her and Honeybee clients wondering if she was a new employee. That same question lit the gaze of the Bees gathered in the foyer, curiosity and suspicion, but they wouldn't need to worry for long.

"Wait... is that Rufus Shinra??"

It was typically common courtesy to respect the privacy of other patrons at the Honeybee Inn. What happens at Honeybee, stays at Honeybee. But when the recently-appointed ruler of the world shows up... well, it's hard to ignore. Even if his father was also a regular there.

Rufus had kept his cool, silently wondering if his father had gotten the incessant gawking every time he walked through those doors. But he kept his head held high, and before he knew it, Rufus Shinra, king of the world, was in a private room awaiting his assigned Honeybee.

The host had sat him down, asking all sorts of questions about his tastes and what sort of Honeybee he wanted. Judging by the amount of time he'd been waiting since then, he imagined the staff were frantically trying to find the perfect one for him, the highest of VIPs.

It was a fairly open secret that the great President Shinra inhabited this place fairly often. In truth, Rufus found it extremely distasteful, and he hated how public it all felt. Any peon with a camera could make his presence there global news in a matter of seconds. Rufus silently started to wonder if this might have been a bad idea. Too late now to take it back.

Shivan + Vincent Valentine (Turk) AU

Roleplay Starter for @escortingsecrets

"it doesn't matter that much." vegas responds with a sigh. they close their eyes and start to slouch JUST slightly. clearly it did, vegas' own wellbeing was to some level, at risk. were they being run into the ground? they didn't think so, this is what they deserved, right? they had to do this, they had to work harder--

Yachting selling , of people

Since breaking out of the matrix slowly, since 2014, I have noticed the sinister undertones and also while listening to certain podcasts and certain blogs, I realise that a lot of these actresses, models, singers, and many others in Hollywood , move them into a certain place in Hollywood, when new stars come to live, I can’t remember the name of the place but it’s like an apartment block.

In fact, what made me want to write this?, My favourite model Bobbie Jean brown.and find in out she was actually with rob Pilatus, of Milli Vanilli , and I thought was a odd pairing , but it’s were they all meet , and do modelling , sadly rob died in 98 , I can’t remember what Bobbie said of him ,but they both are almost one hit wonders , which are the people , I having more respect ✊ for, as they don’t seem to sell their soul?

Anyway, said entertainment Entertainer, comes here to get a life of glitz and glamour, only to hear about stuff like yacht, and escorting, and you see it for what it really is the picture, or Photoshop?, Being very sexually provocative., or having or having the ,undertones of it, and you see it there bared for all.

Massive example is, Sydney Sweeney she seems to be that girl, the girl that is just a sex object kind of like what they did with Kate Upton, but didn’t make it she’s just a girl with a massive pair of tits that fodder and wank over , i’m not a lot more , which is very unfortunate for her because since being in euphoria that’s all she seems to have her focus on , sadly a lot of actresses have had this , Marilyn Monroe being one they didn’t take seriously , obviously I don’t put her in the same class as Marilyn because nobody is .

"Hm. It might be."

the expression on his face can be best described as television static, he's tucked into the corner of the couch, knees to his chest. at least his posture is better than normal, though is it really saying much, when it somehow seems uncomfortable, even for rufus' standards?