(Brothel) The Foxhole

@† Sun Soons ¥✔ Lust thick and suffocating. Oh how easy it was for an angel to see sin. How understandably tempting it was to use and manipulate this essence. He had never envied demons for their ability to tempt mortals he never questioned his righteous stand but he had always admitted that it was so much more entertaining to tempt them—the rush of power it gave you. Nothing compared to the holy essence but it was second to that and since he no longer had the honour to be graced with holy energy what was to stop him from playing around?

The liquid slowly entered Shin’s mouth his lips carefully touching the glass. Just a tiny sip glided down his throat as he swallowed it. An even tinier drop escaped from the corner of his mouth. It slowly rolled down the side of his chin dripping just enough to land on his neckline and roll down along his shoulder crock, along his collar bone and down his chest where it finally disappeared having lost too much liquid on its way there. Shin didn’t wipe it off or in any way acknowledge the drop instead he lowered his glass back down still facing the vampire making sure their eyes met again as he carefully the liquid off his lips.

“Good evening” He greeted Sun. His voice soft soothing. A voice that could normally talk you off the ledge and rain you back in from a loss of faith. But now it was a voice that could convince you just as easily to jump. It was a voice given to him by god to convince those who had wronged their faith to sacrifice their firstborn son, to sacrifice their lover or their whole family in the name of god to prove their devotion. And now he used it to wrap his clients around his fingers. Used it to convince them to beg for more ask for the pain and the pleasure. It wasn’t that different from what he did before just the recipient of the sacrifice and the blood was different now, he did it for himself.

His hand extended accidently brushing against Sun’s as he offered it to the vampire. “You don’t seem like one of our usual guests?” He inquired even if he already knew that this man was not a customer at least not yet.

@♅ Shin ¥ Sun Soons leaned back against the bar, his eyes flicking to the figure at the far end. Shin's presence pulsed through the Foxhole like a drop of blood in water sharp, intoxicating, and inevitable. Sun hadn’t planned on staying long, but something about the angel in the white robe called to him. The way the light caught the gleam of his smile, the subtle arrogance in his posture, it was as if Shin knew exactly the effect he had on those around him. And Sun? He couldn’t deny the pull, the heat spiraling low in his gut.

The vampire leaned forward, the warmth of his bloodwine suddenly cooling against his lips as he studied Shin. Every movement Shin made was deliberate, calculated, a game Sun was familiar with. And yet, as their eyes locked, a shiver of unfamiliarity slid down his spine. This wasn’t just a hunt. No. Shin was something else something that made Sun question the very boundaries of his duty, his control.

His mind told him he should look away. Should walk out of this damnable place before the hunger inside him grew insatiable. But Shin didn’t make it easy. Each glance felt like an invitation, a challenge. Sun could play his usual role politician, hand of the prince—or he could give in to the instinct brewing beneath the surface, embrace the hunger, and risk everything for a taste of something... forbidden.

The weight of his responsibilities pressed down on him, but in this moment, it seemed so distant. Shin’s pull was magnetic, and for the first time in years, Sun questioned the price of his restraint.
The bar felt too close, the air thick with temptation. Would Shin be the one to make him lose control, or would Sun prove, once again, that duty and desire couldn’t mix?

Sun’s lips quirked as he set his glass down. He hadn’t made up his mind yet.

@† Sun Soons ¥✔ If you worked long enough in this place it was easy to tell them apart. Easy to count their connections. Fabrics, jewellery, posture and the choice of drink. With just one look any good could see the weight of a person’s worth. And with his affinity for seeing a person’s character, it was just too easy for him. One look and he could watch the scales tipping weighing a person’s worth to him.

There was no rush the night was still young and, in the place, where poor and rich mingle with no worry for their status everything could be bought. Everything was defined by money there was no worrying about being exploited no need to wonder what a person’s intentions were. Here in this place, everything was clearly laid out. I have something to offer if you want it, you buy it. No need to read between the lines leaving the rich more vulnerable and the poor less scared.

Shin sighed as he walked into the main bar of the place. Normally he wouldn’t bother after all his clients somehow seemed to find him more often them him finding them. But tonight he was in a mood… His smile more radiant, his eyes flickering with the black flames of the abyss. He wanted to taste power find someone new to use, exploit. The money was secondary but he didn’t despise a good amount of coins on his person.

Silk, Cashmere, lace, velvet and the occasional linen and wool. Just by the fabric it was already easy to sort them. Rubies, diamonds, gold, emeralds. Jewellery could tell you just as much about a person. He couldn’t help but turn his back on the new rich. They wouldn’t be of help to him. The royals were also not his target not yet at least.

Wandering through the room his white robe was swaying around him with nothing much underneath, besides some linen pants, he was easily an enjoyable sight. His bare feet touching the wooden floors he carefully chose his path through the room. A smile here an unintentional touch there. It wasn’t difficult to gain the attention of the right people. Suddenly he stopped turning to look at the bar. It wasn’t difficult to spot him. His weight was quite substantial. He clearly had a master but didn’t look mistreated or poor. Someone of high status was behind this person and Shin could feel the sin radiating from him. Lust… what a shameful sin he laughed to himself.

As he walked closer to the bar he took a deep breath bloodwine? A vampire? Slipping his robe off his shoulder just enough to expose his neck he carefully leaned over the bar close to the man his thin hips stretching to lean on the counter and talk to the bartender intimately asking for a drink. He didn’t care what the other gave him after all he didn’t intend to drink much as his attention shortly returned to the vampire.  A slow look up and down, an absentminded lip bite before he lowered himself back to lean against the bar stealing another look.

He was intruded by what he saw. If he managed to get this man’s affection get him to visit more than once maybe there was something to gain here. He was carefully judging the vampire figuring out what approach would be best. Hunt or be hunted. Some enjoyed giving attention others enjoyed receiving it. Finding out which it was would be the key to securing such a valuable asset.

@♅ Shin ¥ The Foxhole pulsed with temptation, its corridors thick with whispered intrigues and perfumed smoke. Laughter lingered like ghosts as silk-clad patrons indulged in desire. Sun Soons sat alone, his untouched drink glinting beneath the lanterns.

His fingers traced the rim of the glass, jaw set in frustration. Prince Hendrix’s errand a mere delivery to the Demon Prince of Lust, was an insult, a reminder of his place. Yet he lingered, craving escape from duty.
His gaze swept the room. Escorts glided through the crowd, their practiced touches a symphony of longing. A fae lord surrendered to a woman with violet-stained lips, a wolf and cyborg vanished behind velvet curtains. Sun’s grip tightened. How long had it been since he’d indulged in something uncalculated?

He could leave. Should leave. Instead, he gestured for another drink.
A glass of Crimson Reverie arrived, vampiric bloodwine laced with dreamroot. He hesitated, then sipped. Spice and iron unfurled through him, smoothing the sharp edges of his restraint. The world softened.
Then he saw them.

Two men entwined in the corner, desire unguarded. Hands roamed, mouths explored effortless, unashamed. Heat up Sun’s spine, a creeping envy. He shouldn’t be watching. Shouldn’t be feeling this.
One of them looked up.
Their eyes met. A wicked smile. A moment stretched, thin as silk. Sun’s breath caught. He drained his drink, willing the warmth away.
But he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Not yet.

@♦ Nicholas Galitzine Your sorrow was impossible to ignore, no matter how hard you tried to hide it behind that smile. I saw it in the way your shoulders slumped, the way your hands fidgeted like a man trying to hold himself together. You hated showing your cracks, didn’t you? But I knew better. And, darling, I hate seeing you like this.
Leaning closer, I let my lips find yours, slow and deep, giving you something to drown in other than the weight of your thoughts. The kiss lingered, just enough to leave you breathless. My fingers trailed down from your chest, mapping the tension coiled beneath your skin. Strong, firm down to your waist, where I stopped, teasing with a feather-light touch.
“Why don’t we take this upstairs?” I murmured against your lips, letting my voice drip with promise. “Somewhere quieter, more... private.”
The smile tugging at my lips wasn’t just for show—I knew what you needed, and I’d give it to you. Leading you by the hand, I brought you to my room. The silk sheets glistened under the candlelight, red and ivory like temptation incarnate. Sitting in the middle, I patted the bed, beckoning.
“So,” I purred, my voice a velvet caress, “tell me, handsome—what’s your pleasure tonight? Shall I chase the storm from your mind or light a fire you’ll never forget?”

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ Hazel eyes remained close as his whisper was acknowledged with a question. Silence he remained as he was seemingly teased. Not that he minded. Dawn was always such a playful tease after all and he got used to it. When the lips brushed pass his ear to pull back, Nicholas met the other's gaze, sorrow still evident even when a smile spread across the exhausted visage, the skin ghosting over his was somewhat soothing, "a heartless whom I called mother," he replied and didn't elaborate any further. Instead a nod responded to the last sentence - he wanted to forget even just for the night.

The noises were impossible to drown, even when he was momentarily lost in the pair of soft flesh subtly seducing him. The noises rang in his ears like the chugging of a train but in an obnoxious manner - the only thing that kept him from stealing a peck, "I'd like that, please," the tone was merely audible. Hands then retreated to his lap, clutching lightly for comfort.

@♦ Nicholas Galitzine I leaned closer, my elbow resting casually on the bar, and let my lips hover just shy of your ear, brushing it faintly as I whispered. "Take you away, Nicholas? I could, but where would I take you, hmm?"

The scent of your skin—clean, with a trace of vanilla—mingled with the thick musk of the Foxhole’s debauchery. My voice lowered, a teasing edge curling into my words. "Somewhere quiet? Away from the chatter and the chaos? Or perhaps somewhere where you'd lose yourself entirely... in me?"

I pulled back slightly, just enough to catch his hazel eyes with mine. There was sorrow there, exhaustion etched into your features, and it tugged at something deep within me. But I masked the pang in my chest with a sly smile, the practiced ease of someone who’d learned long ago how to keep emotions tightly locked away.

My fingers brushed his wrist—barely a touch, light as a mist's caress. “You’ve had a rough night,” I murmured, tilting my head to study you. “What’s troubling you, my sweet Nicholas? Tell me… or don’t. Either way, I’ll make you forget.”

The invitation lingered in the air between us, thick and tantalizing. I traced a slow, deliberate circle against the bar’s polished wood with my fingertip, pretending not to notice how your gaze lingered on my lips when they parted slightly. A long-ingrained habit of seduction, yes, but tonight it felt different. You felt different.

I could have stopped there, leaving you wanting, but something about the vulnerability in your posture—the way you clutched your soda glass like it was your lifeline—compelled me to push just a little further. “Let me be your sanctuary tonight, Nicholas. No obligations. No expectations. Just you… and me.”

My words were a quiet promise, tinged with a warmth I wasn’t sure I should have let seep through. But your pain mirrored my own in ways that scared me. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t resist the pull, why I couldn’t let you sit there drowning in your demons alone.

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ The soda water was invigorating while the kiss soothed his nerves. "Just call me Nicholas," a smile stretched across his face. Nicholas described Dawn as a closed acquiantance as he could see the potential of a friendship blooming from their ual activities.

"You're the only person I've been seeing here. Plus, I can never forget a handsome face." Dawn was indeed handsome. His smile was charming, his voice smooth and soothing. Nicholas preferred sticking to one rent boy, only if the level of satisfaction and.comfort was met.

Nicholas draped his arms around Dawn's neck, slender fingers treading around soft locks. Sorrow adorned a pair of exhausted hazel eyes. Nicholas felt like he was about to cry but his tears were dry. His heart was heavy., his mind filled his mother's yapping. Nicholas sighed softly, eyes shutting closed as his head hung low. His fingers still buried in the soft locks, a whisper only audible for their ears, "take me away, please." The music, the chatters and the laughters were starting to give him a headache.

[post deleted by owner]

[post deleted by owner]

[post deleted by owner]

@♦ Nicholas Galitzine The Foxhole appeared to be in alive with guest. A surprisingly large crowd is present tonight for a Wednesday. The clientele visiting tonight are likely in a cheerful mood because of winter solstice activities. This time of year, wine and mead flowed freely. I didn’t mind. More drunken creatures means more coin in my pocket. Leaning on the wooden railing, I observed the guests enjoying themselves downstairs. The pleasure house is filled with the fragrance of and the echoes of moans and skin slapping.

I loosened the cream-laced collar around my neck and went downstairs. I navigated the piles of entangled couples to reach the bar and get some honey wine. The first sip refreshed and relaxed my nerves. I detected a familiar presence, my nostrils flared and ears pricked. “Long time no see Sir Nicholas.” I finally turned to you bricking your with my most handsome smile. I gently placed the glass down, then cupped your cheek and kissed the corner of your lips. “And here I was thinking you forget about me.”

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ After another fight with his mother, Nicholas went out to get some fresh air. Usually, he would call a friend or two for company. Tonight, however, Nicholas wanted to be alone to wander the city aimlessly till his feet hurts, and maybe seek accommodation as he didn't feel like coming home for the night. The Foxhole wasn't foreign to him and it wasn't the place he wanted to crash in in the first place. Actually he didn't plan on coming over. He happened to pass by. The blonde just stood there, staring at the lively brothel, contemplating. ual pleasure wasn't his go-to for comfort. However, the compliments, the kisses, hands all over him; warmed him up. It felt good, somewhat comforting. Moreover if Emily found out Nicholas had been to the Foxhole and spending the night there, she would be furious and he loved spiting her.

From the entrance, the familiar figure whom Nicholas was looking for could be seen hanging by the bar. His gaze occasionally lowered to avoid meeting familiar and unfamiliar ones out of discomfort. Nicholas couldn't get used to being stared at, to be the center of attention even for just a minute. It made him nervous. Casting a half smile at Dawn, Nicholas settled on a stool beside him, thumbs fiddling out of habit as he ordered a glass of soda water.

@❖♕ Bambi Naka † Upon hearing a familiar voice speak my name, I glanced over my shoulder to face you. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," I said cheerfully, a grin spreading across my face at the sight of you. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Mistress Naka?" I shifted positions, turning to give you my full attention, but not bothering to cover the exposed skin - it hardly mattered anyway, considering where we were.

@♆ Ten The pleasure house was busy per usual. Busies than usual this particular evening and business is good. I hadn’t had to clean up any messes in months despite my recent lengthy absences. It’s more tiring to run a kingdom and a business than to walk through the Pythian desert, who would have imagined? The walls of the corridor trembled with the sounds of guttural moans and cries of pleasure, while the frantic slaps of skin on skin echoed around the next corner. As I ascended the stairs I swiped quick eyes around the Foxhole of the supervisor on duty. It wasn’t until I spot the bareness of your shoulders from just outside the doorway did I recognize the scares on your back. “There they are. Hello Ten, it has been quite a while, my dear no?”

[open to anyone]
A sliver of exposed skin peeked through the opening of Ten's robe as they mindlessly drew abstract shapes on the duvet with their finger. Their shift had just started but Ten was already getting impatient waiting for the first client to arrive.

Just as you commanded, I directed my attention to the wooden floor. I obediently lowered my head in silence, feeling a shiver run through me as goosebumps formed on my skin from the open buttons of my tunic. Unsure of the exact emotion, I felt a surge of either anxiety or excitement. Why does every interaction with you bring me nothing but pain? I braced myself for what was coming, I firmly pressed my hands onto my thighs. it, the pain is irrelevant. The gold will be well worth it anyway. My curiosity to see how you would approach me again was nearly uncontrollable. What kind of emotion will you be pouring onto me tonight? Your usual choices consisted of rage and the occasional feeling of shame. You consistently choose me over all the other Foxhole beauties, and there’s a reason for that. I didn’t mind adhering to the onslaught of your erratic emotions. I contributed to your enjoyment of privileges I was denied as a slave. I can take solace in the fact that I was helping someone.

[open to anyone]

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni Shin showed the same amusement at Mini’s questions. He himself found it quite amusing that with forgiveness written on their flag, they still acted like the old times banning and punishing those not of their faith. But of course, angels and humans were different and only humans deserved god’s forgiveness. Pulling Mini closer Shin rests his head against hers more comfortably both arms wrapped around her securely. For a while, he was quite just softly moving his finders now and then to move over some sweets and savoury snacks to ensure a variety of flavours to choose from. Then he started speaking again. “What would you do in my position?” He asked Mini leaning back a little to look at her wondering how a daemon would behave in his situation. He didn’t tell her everything but for the most part, she now knew what happened and could come to her own conclusions. “I don’t think angels and demons are that much different we just have different ideas of belief. So I would love to hear what you would have done or would do in my situation.” He placed his head on hers again still in thought.

@♅ Shin ¥ I nod slowly, although disappointed, and I don't have much faith that I will be able to control myself. Perhaps if I leave before I get too angry it could be alright. I'll go eat someone else's furniture if I really feel like it. Yes, I think to myself and smile, pleased with the solution I've found. My eyes spark with interest when you describe the old god. He sounds like a demon. And you sound like you could be related to my sister, Wrath. How interesting. In all the millennia I've lived, I never knew angels had ever been like you. That's what you get if you're completely disinterested in politics I suppose. In my defense, I did spend several thousands of years in a dream realm fairly recently. A lot has changed since I came out, including, apparently angels. "So", I start and over my lips, reaching for more candy but I wait to eat it until I've said my piece. "The loving and forgiving angels kicked you out because you didn't fit?", I ask with an amused lilt in my voice, eyes glimmering. The irony is not lost on me. "Mmmhmm..." I eye you, snuggling into you and pull your arms to rest around my body. "Since you're born from wrath, are you going to get your revenge on those new angels?", asks softly, curiously.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni Shin looked down at Mini seeing her cheeks filled with candy chuckling softly. “Eat slowly everything humanly eatable in here is for you. I can’t let you eat the porcelain or the furnisher or else they will take it out of my pocket. With that said Shin made sure there were always enough snakes of different varieties within reach of Mini. He leaned his head against the side of her thinking quietly for a while before answering her question. “The old ways were… darker. More fulfilling. God is not a forgiving patron his wrath is unforgiving and all-encompassing. I was born from that wrath. Naturally, I am not a kind and soft being. My brothers and sisters are building on forgiveness and love and I cannot accept that. God drowned all of mankind in his wrath… One of my best works…” He smiled proudly. “I slaughtered every firstborn of the heathens in his name under his command dying the rivers red with blood. God is not kind, not forgiving. I’m not kind nor forgiving. I was born from the righteous wrath of God how could I be kind and soft giving heathens the same love as godfearing men? I would lose who I am. And with God being absent my brothers and sisters got soft, got weak following the new way of love and forgiveness leaving no space for an angel like me.” His voice was soft his words well chosen but there was an underlying tone of righteous indignation in his voice. Shin never once thought his ways as wrong. He had been born with a single purpose and given one task he never questioned his origins or his purpose since it was given to him by God himself and if God until unmakes him his path and beliefs were still right.

@♅ Shin ¥ "Oh.." My hands trail after the cup you take from me, annoyance etched on my face because I, naturally, don't like food being taken away from me. However, since you so swiftly offer me an alternative I decide to let it go. Although the texture of candy really can't be compared to porcelain, candy does have a stronger flavour. It's a worthy substitute. I smile in content as I take a couple candies and plop them in my mouth. Now that the tea is gone, I'm leaning against you once more, my head on your shoulder and a hand resting on your chest as I listen to you, your words occasionally interrupted by the sound of me slurping on the hard candies. "That's not very nice-", I mumble and take more candies the moment you replenish the supply. Cheeks bulging with candies, I smile at you as you run your fingers through my hair and then cuddle into you some more. "Wha- are -e oh way?", I ask.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni Smiling with a soft chuckle Shin carefully takes the empty cup to make sure it won’t get eaten and with a swirl of his hands replaces it with some of the many sweets and candies in the room. “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry, princess.” Placing down his own cup he softly nodded his hands running absentmindedly through Mini’s hair as he was thinking about how to answer the question. “Not in the common sense of the word. I still truly believe in God. But I was denounced by my brothers and sisters as they believed my ways were too hard on humankind.” He slowly replied before gracefully adding more sweets to the ones he was feeding Mini. “In a way, I believe in the old ways of my kin and they believe in the new ways which lead to conflict. If that makes sense.” His hands stopped for a moment before he nodded and now consciously ran his fingers through Mini’s hair softly petting her head.

@♅ Shin ¥ My expression melts into one of relief and joy when you look at me like you know exactly what I want, what I need. I look down at our hands and squeeze yours in mine, breathing out shakily once again as I follow you through the room covered in blankets and pillows. Everything looks soft and gentle, kind of like you. You're very soft and gentle, and I wonder if all angels are like you. I eye the sparse amounts of sweets and press my lips together, quickly looking away so that I'm not too tempted. We walk up to a cozy looking armchair and I just look at you for a moment, sitting there, before moving to join you with a shy smile. I take a seat across your lap, curling up against you and rest my head against your shoulder. My heart is racing. This is nice. "Mhm" I nod at the offer of tea and take the cup and saucer from you. I've sat up to sip on it and look at you curiously as I do so. "Are you a fallen angel?" I've finished the tea already, by sip being more of a big gulp, and am now nibbling on the teacup instead. Small bitemarks are visible on the rim where I took a little nibble, cracks forming on the cup.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni A soft laugh left Shin’s lips when Mini grabbed onto his shirt it was in no way mocking or amused it was soft and supporting finding the scene rather fitting as a demon was desperately clinging to an angle looking for love and affection. He listened to her words carefully slowly starting to understand what his client was looking for. His hand left her head as he softly grabbed her hand loosening it from his shirt his expression still one of soft understanding. “You crave affection and attention.” He stated as he led her over to the table filled with a beautiful tea set, with fresh brewed tea, sweets and all. Choosing the biggest most comfortable armchair near the table Shin led Mini over sitting down offering her to join him snuggle up in the armchair. Sitting like this the table was a bit further away than comfortable but Shin had a little bit of miracle left in him. Nothing compared to what he used to have but it was enough to move two filled cups over and have them land securely in his hands. “Tea?” He offered.

@♅ Shin ¥ I flutter my lashes at you as you reach for my hands. It's stupid but I always imagine that when an angel and a demon touch they'd both start burning. Nonsense, of course, and the thought doesn't scare me but my heart still skipped a beat when your hand pull mine from my face. No fire. "Mhm" I blush a little more when your hand comes to rest on my head. What a difficult thing you are asking of me. I didn't know there were different types of love. I bite down on my lower lip, ling on it as I try to figure out what kind of love it is that I want. My dark eyes never leave you the whole time and one of my hands has wandered to the front of your shirt, fingers grabbing onto the fabric. Slender black brows furrow together under my bangs. "I... want to feel..." Ah, I hate thinking. But this is an important question, and I want to answer it properly. "..." I can't find the right words. And so, at a loss, I end up repeating myself: "...loved..." I deflate, disappointed that I can't describe what it is that I'm craving. "Ah" My gaze that had sunken to the front of your shirt in disappointment rises to meet yours once more. "Wanted, I want to feel wanted. I want-" Gosh, I'm nervous. My chest heaves as I take a deep, quivering breath. "I want hugs... and kisses... and to feel like you don't want to let me go..", I mumble, my voice growing increasingly soft as I confess my desire to you. "---Can you do that? Or.. or is it too hard?" I gaze at you hopefully, with evident fear lingering in my eyes followed by anticipated disappointment.

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni Shin couldn't help but smile his expression softened up even more and his voice lost any edge it normally had. He always held a soft spot for shy and bashful creatures. As dark and violent as he could be he was still an angel meant to lead and support those in need. Taking the sack he didn't check it he trusted that she was of high enough status to not need to rip him off. Instead, he bowed softly saying thank you and placing the gold on the nightstand on the side. With the same soft smile, he approached his client. His hands carefully touched hers to lower them. Always vigilant and weary of her reaction to ensure he wasn't crossing any lines he lowered her hands to take a closer look at the beautiful blush tinting her cheeks. "No need to hide your face." He let go of her hands instead of placing his hand on the top of her head leaning closer to look at her more directly. "What kind of love are you looking for?" He asked softly running his fingers through her hair. "Are you looking to be spoiled? Or are you looking to be showered in affection and acceptance? Or are you looking to be given a love-filled talking to?" He asked. After all, when people came to him asking to feel loved there was something in their lives they were lacking and weren't able to find elsewhere. For some, it was the loving touch of a parent confirming their choices in life and expressing their feelings of pride over their child. For some, it was the lack of attention received by their loved ones and for some, it was the lack of discipline experienced by neglecting loved ones.

@♅ Shin ¥ A smile blossomed on Mini's face as the angel answered correctly. He didn't seem extremely happy to see her, but it was good enough for now. With a shy, bashful smile she followed the angel's lead further into the room and once his hands were free pushed the sack of gold into his arms. "This is for you...", she mumbled, a blush on her cheeks as if she was handing out Valentine's day chocolates and not her payment for an agreed-upon service. Then she pressed her lips together, her gaze flickering across the room to take it in once more. "I..." Her cheeks darkened and she quickly covered them with slight, pale hands. "I want to feel loved..." Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, eyes downcast in embarrassment from the request she was making to a perfect stranger. Ah, but it was easier because this was a stranger.

@♅ Shin ¥ () thank you !!!

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni (Of course you can)

@♅ Shin ¥ (can i-- still reply to this? sdkjfhkg)