Lucian Alphonse
I don't actually know where I come from. All my memories of my first ten years of life are absent; as if they never happened. I was raised in an upper-class orphanage. The kind most children pray to be put into. My childhood was happy, I had no siblings, but I always had other children to play with. I was the only child in the orphanage who did not know what they were. Most of the children were bears, mice, lions, harpies, demons and humans. I didn't fit in with any of them. I wasn't any kind of animal, and I wasn't human. I wasn't a demon because I didn't have red eyes, and I wasn't a drow because I had black hair. I had no wings so I wasn't a harpy, and every other species was simply out of the question.
I stayed at the orphanage until I was sixteen, after that I went out on my own to make a living.
I had six months of hardships before I realized just where I could make my money; women often approached me looking to spend the night. That was when I realized that I was like a magnet to women. And I could use it to get money.
I started my profession after a married woman in her mid-forties paid me two platinum for one night alone with her (two platinum is equal to 2,000 gold. Which in converting to USD, is equal to 4,000 dollars). She told other women who came to seek me out, and within months I had a house, courtesy of one millionaires wife, expensive clothing( courtesy of another), and more money to waste than I could have ever imagined.
On the rare occasion that I should run out of money, or lose some of my clients, I would walk the upper-class streets, past the most expensive homes to catch the eye of a wife or daughter within the home. And when I couldn't attract them with my body, I used my charm, wit and knowledge to win their hearts. That way I never went hungry.
I had girlfriends and mistresses; though I did nothing for free. I never had time for any male friends; though on very rare occasions I was called to the house of a man to spend the night. Only the richest women could afford me; these women were almost always married.
I fought with a husband or two here and there over how neglectful they were to their wives. Most men don't realize how good they have it until their wife cheats or leaves them.
Of course, I would never have to worry about that; I have no intentions of settling down and starting a family any time soon. Nor do I have any intentions of discontinuing my current way of life; not until I am good and old.
But, one can only immerse oneself in these guilty pleasures for so long.
And I was probably the only man in the world who did not know it.