Welcome to the Red Light District

[waterudoingtonight]

The Red Light District

Why did you wind up here? One of many reasons.

Perhaps this is your first time to this place, and you got curious about what goes on after hours. Or maybe you're a tourist, who came here just for the good shit.

Perhaps you're a regular to this place. Have your favorite bar, strip club, or for something a little bit more hands on, a nearby brothel.

Or this is your job. The hours can suck, but the pay can be decent if you suck too.

Whatever your reason, you're here now. Have a good time, and stay safe.

[ooc: This is a flexible post here. Whatever you want to play out, you can. Just warn for anything possibly out of the ordinary with this post (there will be sex, prostitution and drugs, anything else above and beyond that should have a warning in the thread).]

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Ignis Scientia | FF15 | OTA

[poorvisibility]

Option One

[The headliner at this particular club is advertised as "Flame" (a lousy stripper name, but it works), and the whole performance tends to be themed around that. He's their best dancer, rumored to have once made three men in the audience come just from his dancing alone. The skill he has with a pole is legendary, and Ignis will admit it's fun, in a way, to use his body like this.

Helps that he gets great tips.]

Option Two

[Only available to very high paying customers of his club and one of the brothels is a night with the famous dancer, who drops his stage persona and insists his patrons call him Ignis--or whatever else they want.]

Two

[biggerthanatower]

[Cash isn't even an issue for Gladio. He's from a rich family and makes more than enough money in his line of work to support his occasional habits, those habits of course being hookers. He liked to see what they could do first, so the ones that took the stage and then offered their bodies were his flavor of choice. Tonight he'd set his sights on the star dancer, paying for a private back room with a pole in the middle and only one chair facing the stage.]

Let's see you move.

[He leans back in the chair, already somewhat straining his pants, rubbing his crotch in anticipation of the show.]

[poorvisibility]

Surely you've seen plenty of that.

[Still, Ignis isn't going to argue with a client--especially not one has handsome (and likely massive) as this one. He takes a moment to shed his robe and set it aside, leaving him in black shorts, before grabbing the pole and hoisting himself horizontal, supported by one arm and a leg wrapped securely around the pole.]

Anything in particular you want to see me do, sir?

Prompto Argentum | FF15 | OTA

[clickclickbang]

Option One

[Prompto may not be worth as much as some of the other workers in the area, but he has a lot of guys who like having him so it all evens out. Tonight, though, he's out on the streets looking to get picked up.

Anyone want a cute boy?]

Option Two

[The brothel's running a special tonight: there booth of sorts set up in the center of the district with a hole in the wall and some prices listed. Five bucks will get you a blow job, twenty will get you an ass to fuck. There's a web cam hooked up to the outside so the boy inside can see who's paying for his services, and thirty bucks will get you a photo of him after you're done.]

2

[engineblade]

[To be fair, this isn't something Noctis normally does. Or actually ever has done. Being the son of an extremely wealthy family has its perks in that he could probably have anyone he wanted.

There's a certain thrill in this, though, and he pulls his baseball cap low over his head to hide his face as he enters the brothel. Noctis has been feeling a little more sexually frustrated than usual these days, and he needs to get it out of his system quickly without getting entangled into something he doesn't have the time for.

He still looks awkward as fuck as he walks into the booth and stares at the hole in the wall, though. Is he...is he just supposed to put his dick in?]

Rufus Shinra | FF7 | OTA (only interested in guys, though)

[fearedheir]

[He may not be his father, but Rufus loves coming around and finding pretty things to fuck or break or whatever he's in the mood for. The male workers here are somehow better than the ones closer to home, and it's worth making the trip for some quality risky sex.

He's rich, he's flaunting it, and he's looking.]

Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[the_tailor]

[Sure, there are probably more decent ways to pay his way through college. Definitely more decent ways. However, very few of those ways end up with him getting the off-the-book wages and tip that this job provides while still giving him some semblance of control.

Lance isn't ashamed of what he does, even though he'll never tell his family about it and doesn't bring it up too much to his close friends. You worked with what talents you had, and ever since Lance discovered he had a knack for pole dancing after following his older sister to a class out of morbid curiosity, he'd rolled with it. It was just dancing and stripping at first. The sex part had come later, when he realized that he was already throwing his dignity to the wind anyway. That, and student loans were tough.

He's one of the better known dancers at the club now, his long legs and graceful movements earning him quite the following. Maybe you're here for the show, sitting in the audience and admiring from afar.

Or maybe you want something a little more. Lance provides that, too. All you have to do is ask. He flits about the club after performances, ready to do anything from lap dances to full out fucking. Just have the money, and he's yours.]

[dps]

[He wouldn't have been caught dead in the limits of a strip club, and certainly not within the city limits of the sleeziest neighborhood in town if it weren't for the fact that his it was his flatmate's bachelor party. And he wasn't going to go, either, but Shiro had insisted on it, and being the best man at a military wedding was the highest of high honors. Or something like that- he wasn't really sure that it was right to indulge in a night of debauchery if you're about to be given away the next, but he guessed that it would be a last hoorah to a lot of things: having a roommate, having a single (read: very hot) roommate, and, well, losing his best friend of the last decade. And don't get Keith wrong - Shiro's boyfriend was adorable, the kind of guy that you get oogly eyed over and does the sweetest, most considerate things. Keith was just the opposite of that.

So here he is, a PBR in his hand, and wallflowering the atmosphere like he blended in with the tacky wallpaper. Hunk comes by (god- that nickname still stuck after college, and how that even happened was another story in itself) and warns him that there are lots of things that could've happened on that wall, which causes a weary look at both the Polynesian and the space that had bolstered up his shoulders.

All in all, this isn't really fun. He feels out of place, and the last time he was in a bar, he wound up punching a guy in the face until he was calmly escorted out and banned for life.

Shiro arrives a few moments later, crooks a finger at Keith's direction, and like the dogged idiot he is, he follows after. There's a bit of a buzz, nothing too strong, but those strong hands firmly place on his shoulders and have him sit down in a couch. This meant one of two things - Shiro was about to perform a lap dance, which was just about the last thing he could have ever wanted in life... or he had just paid for one.

He tries not to look Lance in the eye as he approaches.

God. What was he even going to do with this?]

Gladiolus Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV | OTA

[biggerthanatower]

I. - A Body Worth Guarding

Most nights, he just guarded the door and made certain no customers got too rough with their companions. Of course, he did so in nothing more than a pair of tight leather pants, combat boots, a choker, and biker gloves. It left very little to the imagination as far as his body went, and was a nice visual welcome to the brothel. Little did most people know, Gladio was also for sale like everyone else in this place. They need only ask the man himself or the front desk attendant for details.

"Welcome to the Rising Phoenix," he greeted the customer as they entered, giving them a smirk and a nod, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door frame.


II. - A Whale of a Time - WARNING: Animal anatomy.

It was a niche kink, to be sure, but those who wanted it came looking, and Gladio didn't need to do much in the way of advertising. He was a handsome, robust bull orca merman, his top half that of a human male, the bottom that of an orca. He had a very tall, proud dorsal fin that stood straight from the center of his back, announcing his presence in the shallow channels like a flag. More often than not his days were spent swimming the channels near the market, trading with merchants and chatting up visitors and friends. He was a friendly enough fellow, just a bit intimidating due to his size. As a male in his prime, his humanoid upper half was larger than that of any human, perhaps 50% larger, though his dolphin lower half was smaller than that of any respectable bull orca in the ocean. It was the trade-off of a mer.

Tonight he swam on his side in the channel, watching the people walk by on the walkways above, waiting for any prospective customers.


III. - Wildcard

1 + 3?

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto has had a great night already, making quite a bit of cash and getting the rest of the night off to enjoy himself.

That means taking a wad of cash, shoving it at the person up front, and going to plaster himself to Gladio's side. Their bouncer is hot, okay?]

Guess what~?

III

[nodrivingafter5]

I didn't take you quite for the man to pay for something like this.

[Certainly, Ignis far more expected a giant of a man like Gladio to want to dominate tonight. After all, that's what most men paid for. A chance to see someone like Ignis ruined under the sheets. Breathing heavily, panting, and begging for more. Or still in control, but taking it from behind (although most men preferred him in their lap, riding them while they were tied up.

But this man was so willing to pay money to have some expensive prostitute dominate him? Must not find many people to fit his particular kinks.

He has Gladio in only his pants, hands hanging above his head and tied to the ceiling, and of course, blind folded. A hand moves underneath his chin, moving in with a smirk.]

Tell me. Is it itching your desperate need to be dominated yet?

II - Warning for gaping, large cocks, probably cum inflation

[imperfectphoto]

Prompto was a curious guy. He occasionally walked the market, and saw a man... well, half a man, half a fish, coming out of the water. He stroked his chin, every time he walked through it, and saw the dorsal fin, he followed it a bit. Up and down the channel, just seeing what he could find. And every time Gladio came out of the water and showed off his incredible body, he wanted to find out more about him.

And probably lick all of his abs.

Tonight, in the Red Light District, he so badly wanted to lose his virginity. Maybe paying someone wasn't the ideal way to do it, but Noct wasn't going to have anything to do with him (as far as he knew), and he just sighed, passing by every brothel, and determining which one he wanted to go in and just pay them to have sex with him.

Before he went in, however, he heard something moving through the water. His head turned around so fast, he could have gotten fucking whiplash. He turns to run down the stairs, and runs towards him. "H... hey!"

...Shit. Now what?

[quadcast]

Option 1

[Noctis is the son of a wealthy, well known, rich family. There's a 50-50 chance this is just sheer open rebellion against his name, or the typical tropey rich sad boy who wants to experience more than socialite events, because sheltered.]

Option 2

[Similar to #1 but he's been disinherited (because little shit), and is currently staying with someone at the brothel house from his previous life as a patron of the arts. Maybe he's being persuaded into a new lifestyle? Maybe he's just in the wrong place at the wrong time?]

Option 3

[He's known you, watched you from class, and followed you one night here. He didn't know this was your scene, but he wants to save you from it. But maybe he gets dragged in, deep.]

Wildcard - or make up anything you want, I don't really have any hard kink limits.

1

[deniles]

[Sheer open rebellion, or just for fun, the truth is that Niles doesn't much care about who it is that hires him. So long as they pay his rate and he can have a damn good night, he'll pretend to listen to their problems.

Or just blow them. Whatever works.

He's smirking as he sees a cute black haired boy, a bit younger than himself, wandering around the district. Probably his first night. Niles is dressed simply and casually, certainly nothing like the hookers you might see on television.

Of course, he's not like the hookers you see on television. He's better.]

Hey there.

[Smirking, and turning to look at Noctis as he steps out of the shadows, walking towards him.]

Tell me, are you lost? Or paying?

[One would tell him to get lost, the other would tell him to get paying.]

2 + 3 ish?

[clickclickbang]

[Of course Prompto took Noct home with him when he was kicked out of his place and Ignis wasn't able to help. They were friends before Noct found out about Prompto's job and since Prompto promoted himself, he had an apartment just near the brothel he usually worked with for Noct to stay when he was working. It works great and has been for almost three months now.

Tonight, though, Prompto stops before he heads out]

You still doin' okay, Noct?

[photog]

Option 1

[Prompto's the type of fuckboy that does the weird shit that nobody else at the brothel wants to do, no judgment, no questions. Or maybe he's just your typical fuckboy. As long as it's fucking, he doesn't care. The cash is great.]

Option 2

[Look, I really just enjoy playing Prompto high. Or doing blow off a guy's dick. Or being forced to have sex for his next fix. Your choice.]

Option 3

[A new shop's opened up on the street and it's been pulling in some of the... more quietly unknown type of clientele that don't typically hit up the whore houses or burlesque shows. Rumor has it, you can be hooked up into a machine and plug your brain into any fantasy you want. It's a technophile's paradise.]

Wildcard !!! (surprise the hell out of me, this should be fun)

2

[fearedheir]

[Rufus has a type.

And while his type is more along the lines of his bodyguard, that's for something not wild and risky and fun. That's what cute blonds addicted to whatever the latest drug is are for. And does Rufus ever have the latest drug.

He walked into the brothel and asked for their wildest boy, showing the clerk a small bag of highly experimental drugs and offering it as well as twice the usual going rate. He was once again offered the best suite and was told Prompto would be right along.

Perfect.]

1+2 - Warning for lots of awful shit

[rastaninja]

Is this all you made tonight?

[Holding the pitiful sum in his hand, and dangling the drugs that Prompto had grown addicted to from the moment he had to work on the streets in order to get his next buzz. His high. His fix. The only thing he wanted in life. So what if Prompto crashed and burned because of it.

All he needed was Xaldin.]

So you have enough to go without?

[The white powder shook back and forth in the bag.

Prompto would never have enough. Because Xaldin only gave him enough for one hit. And then he'd have to work all day the next day to get the next hit. And if he was lucky? Food and water.]

1+2 WARNING: Vore

[biggerthanatower]

[Finding a brothel that accommodated the particular tastes of more... unusual clients was hard, but the right amount of money smoothed most things over. The owner had given his blessing for the act, so long as the whore Gladio had in mind was agreeable to it. So now Gladio had only to ask, and luckily he had something on his person that was likely to help his argument along.

The naga approached the young blond human, his thick body and tail undulating behind him as he moved, closing in on his prey.]

Prompto, right? I've paid for you for the night.

[And several days after, but that part would come later. For now it was just sex, and anything after would be discussed along the way.]

[deniles]

[Niles was a prostitute, from quite a young age. He knew the ropes, he knew how to make things happen for himself. He didn't need a brothel (although he did occasionally work in one if he was low on rent for a month), and he certainly didn't need a pimp (at least, not since he killed the last one). He got the clients he wanted, and kept all the money to himself.

Tonight was his night on the street. He smirked as he stood at the edge of an alleyway, dressed in a simple shirt and pants. Presentation was for the newbies, the one who needed to attract a client, since they only had their looks, with no brains, experience, or sexual ferocity.

Niles mainly went for the men, especially younger than he was (getting in his late twenties, most people who came through here were younger than he was), but he could be convinced to be with a woman for the night. Tonight, he sees an ideal client. Aka, upright, breathing, and probably can rock his world.

He steps out from his alley to get a little closer, giving a small bow.]

Looking for something? I might be able to offer it to you.

[He smirked, looking up at the person with his one eye.]

For the right price.

[brynwieldr]

Just the man I was looking for.

[Of course Leo comes here for sex. His father would kill him if he learned Leo liked men and women both, so this is his only option. That he's also incredibly fond of this particular hooker is just a bonus. He smiles and pulls out a bundle held together with a clip that says "five hundred" on it]

How much for the night?

[darkusernameofdarkness]

It's not that Odin didn't like his wife. He really liked her. Really! But... she was quite enamoured with the missionary position and while Odin loved to have sex with her and tell her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her, she... well okay she was firmly on the vanilla end of the kink spectrum and Odin was... not. She didn't even want to consider anal, even if Odin would have been the one receiving and her the one dishing it out.

It had been an immensely awkward and near impossible suite of conversations, because most noble husbands didn't even ask before leaving for the brothel, but she had agreed that he could try going to the red light district this one time while she would stay home, and they would see how they felt about it in the morning.

Odin had planned to go all the way to one of the brothels that his friend Laslow had recommended perhaps a bit too warmly. When Niles stepped out of the shadows to bow and make his offer, the safe option would have been to keep on walking. But upon seeing that beautiful dark skin in the streelights and that moon-coloured hair, he had been rooted to the spot.

"What is the right price?"

He did not know he craved such beauty until seeing it.

Xander of Nohr | Fates | OTA

[sisconqueror]

Garon would have loved to make his Crown Heir as much of a womanizer as he was, but like many of Garon's plans for his children, that went up like a lead balloon. On fire. Toxic fire.

Anyway.

Xander was in the Red Light district, of his own will, thank you. He was glad he had not dressed for his rank, because of course Laslow had been gone not even a minute into turning the corner onto the street bordered by brothels of all kinds. He did not know what merfloks were supposed to be and he was not sure he wanted to find out tonight.

He had yet to find his pleasure tonight. His needs were... complex. At least, that was what he liked telling himself. He wanted to be made submissive and banged around a bit, but he didn't appreciate the whole basement dungeon shtick and was not that much into leather. And while he wanted a shorter dom, his giant size meant there was such a thing as too short, and...

Yeah picky.

Xander sighed. Maybe this was in vain.

Shiro | Fire Emblem Fates | So very OTA

[whitedawn]

[Shiro wasn't here because he needed sex. He had plenty of interested parties back home among his friends. No, what he needed-

-was to spend as much money as possible in the worst ways he can think of. And if that came with a few hookers or the like? Even better. When it soon got around that there was a big fish tossing around huge amounts of cash he quickly got the attention he wanted- and his size had so far put off any attempted muggings. Though with how fast he was drinking and taking just about anything anyone was giving him really it might just be a matter of time before it happened.

Did Shiro care? No, not really. He had spent most of his life cloistered away with no idea why so he was going to experience all he could before Ryoma found out and probably shoved him right back into hiding. He loved his father, he really did. Wanted to live up to his hopes for his son. He didn't want to actually hurt him or cause him any dishonor.

But also: fuck his dad. He hadn't asked to be who he was, and Ryoma had done little to prepare him. This was HIS fault- of course he was going in indulge himself completely the moment he had the chance to. The idea made Shiro laugh drunkenly where ever it was that he was at that moment- at a club or already with a partner or in the middle of putting something up his nose that he really shouldn't.

Screw it, screw the whole damned mess. He would just deal with now.]

At this point it's a race down to Hell

[sisconqueror]

[Xander had not meant to interrupt anyone's fun. He was still seeking pleasure for the night; it was curiosity that had led him to this club. He hadn't even seen Shiro. He was here for the advertised drink samples.

Of course it just so happened that when he turned around, pleasantly buzzed from the strong drinks, a brief clearing in the crowd allowed him to spot the young man right across the club, with his feet on the table and each of his arms around one hooker, laughing without a care in the world.

He should not have yelled out Shiro's name in shock, but his judgment was already impaired. Which also explained why he was making his way toward Shiro's table through the crowd.]