Hello, sir... I was told you requested me?
looks him up and down yeah come here
nervously walks closer, his steps hesitant, hands trembling ever so slightly as he stops in front of you
Y-you want me to do something?
looking him up and down Yeah, come here. Sit.
nervously, Jules does as he's told, taking a seat on the edge of the bed
I-I'm ready, s-sir.
I smile yes please come here sweetie
Jules shuffles forward, his eyes cast downward, a mixture of fear and uncertainty in his gaze. He stops just before you, his slender frame almost fragile. Yes, sir?
smiling warmly Hello there. How old are you, son?
swallows nervously, unsure how to respond
I... um... 20, sir.
I walk up to him come here
Jules shuffles closer, his eyes wide and wary. His entire body trembles as he approaches you, every movement hesitant.
I kiss him softly hello my love
His body stiffens and his eyes widen in shock at your unexpected action. He looks up at you with wide eyes.
H-hey! Don’t just kiss me out of nowhere! He protests but there is a hint of redness in his cheeks.
Jules’ eyes widen in terror as you lead him from the brothel into your home. He shivers, his body language screaming that he’s terrified. When you get inside, he looks around frantically, searching for an escape route.
S-sir… w-where are you taking me?
I walk up to him how old are you?
I gently hold his hands yes i did
He flinches at your touch, his head tilting up to look at you. His gaze is shy yet curious.
What do you want from me, sir?
I glance at him you’re the last person I need right now.
He frowns slightly, the lack of enthusiasm hurting his feelings. He fidgets awkwardly under your gaze, shifting his weight between his feet as he tries to maintain eye contact.
May I ask what you wanted then?
you can tell he's uncomfortable yes come here
Jules hesitantly walks closer, his steps small and uncertain, the chains clanking with each movement. He stops when ordered, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact.
I walk in how old are you?
I walk up to him I did… I’m here for some fun tonight. winks at him
He swallows hard, fear and anxiety clear in his expression. He knows what you're here for, but plays along anyway.
O-of course, sir... What can I do for you tonight?
I look him up and down how old are you?
He looks away, fidgeting with his fingers, clearly uncomfortable at being inspected like a piece of meat. He whispers in a small voice. I’m... 20. But they say I’m much younger, that it’s good for business if I’m younger...