The life in Paris was never as glamorous as people said it to be.
The time was 1822 and the year was soon drawing to a close when…
Kurt had found himself in the hustle bustle of a brothel in the Palais Royal district of the city.
At first, the "mother" of the brothel was hesitent of having Kurt service like one of the other women, but as she spent more time with him in the normal society coffee shops, she began to see that he held the quality that most of her.. 'special' clients who came by that seemed to have desired (but she could never provide). By special, she meant the type wealthy class business men that seeked not a woman, but a man. While it was frowned upon by most other brothel's, mother was convinced that it would have their business stick out more. After all, their brothel had held the most power and lured the wealthy men of society into their humble abode.
Kurt was her star to bring in more of the special (very well paying) clients and shortly after accepting him into the house, the rumor sped through every district. Some who had heard were surprised, disgusted, or eager to see for themselves if this were to be true. There was to be a bidding if many men came and once mother had informed her ladies (and Kurt) the young women became displeased. Kurt on the other hand, was frightened. He came to Paris to achieve dreams, not to be some prostitute at a luxury brothel. Half of the men he watched drooling over half naked women were repulsive. Even he found himself repulsive everytime he drew back the backroom curtains to look over his attire in the mirror.
Mounds of lace, loose shorts, and tight shirts would cover his milky white skin. Sometimes, even, he wore less than that. He sported two inch heels, gloves, and other divine accesories that mother would pick up from the clothing markets. All of which he couldn't shed off unless in the prescence of a male customer. Which he had yet to recieve.
At least until Saturday night came rolling by.
Kurt was doing his regular routine, coating his silky skin with a facial creme that he went out of his way to seek out with the minor payment he had gotten for assisting the ladies in their nightly attire. It worked well with his skin, left it soft, smooth, and desirable. He was determined to get his first client. By now, surely the word had gotten out well and Kurt's thought was supported when he stepped out of his room to hear a few women chatter amongst themselves. All of their gazes would snap to the body, clicking their tongue in distaste.
"Don't mess up, boy," one of the blondes spat with envy before she hoisted up her skirts and stepped down the staircase. The other females shot him a gaze just the same before following in tow.
The boy brushed his bronze locks back, inhaling slowly. "You can do this," he whispered softly, stepping towards the stair case. As he took the first step, he could hear the chatter of men begin to silence. Kurt squinted down at the crowd, feeling a thousand gazes burning into his body. They couldn't possibly have been all waiting for him. Which they weren't. Some still took a liking to the young ladies leaning back against the couches in the lobby. That was a sure relief, but as he came closer he could hear mother's excited voice drifting towards him.
Kurt shuffled her way, hands tightly clasped to one another as her grin broke out wider than before.
"Oh I'm so proud of you! These men are paying awfully a lot of money to have you for the night, but don't worry, we've found you a very handsome young boy waiting eagerly to see you. He was one of the best bidders after all. Now you remember what I've told you, yes?" she brushed her hands along Kurt's face, feathering it with light kisses.
"Do not give your name, allow him to go for more than he has paid, no physical abuse should be taken from the client, and don't fall in love," Kurt listed in a buttery tone as mother fixed the collar of his almond shirt.
Mother nodded her head, pressing another soft kiss to his temple. "His name is Sebastian Smythe, a very successful wine vendor, and you two will be occupying the room to your left," she spoke quickly. Her hands met with his shoulders, turning him towards the general direction and shoo'd him off. "He will be joining you soon! Hurry now!"
Sebastian Smythe…?