Chapter 3

Silent night, holy night,

Shepherds quake at the sight,

Glories stream from heaven afar,

Heavenly hosts sing alleluia;

Christ the Savior, is born!

Christ the Savior, is born!

Arriving at his house, he noted that his visit had taken enough time arrive at his supposed parents. He opened his phone and dialed Tseng. It went to voice mail so he hung up; apparently his call wasn't that important. Grabbing an armload of presents, Reno left his apartment and began to wander the streets. He went to shelters, to alleys, to street corners, then to orphanages. He gave out a large portion of the presents keeping only twenty for the Corneo Boys he would be visiting later. His last order of business was to get ready for the best gift he could give.

Reno showered, shaved, and got dressed into clean clothing. He grabbed the presents and his duffel bag then headed out. The walk to Wall Market from his home was quite a ways, but he'd walked further then that on missions. Stepping into the slums, he smelled the familiar stench of Sector Six. This was the home of crime and perversion. This was his home growing up. Quickly he walked to the back of the sector, and to the Honey Bee Inn. A line was already forming outside to see tonight's special performance. Sidestepping the line, he walked to the employee entrance where Corneo was there to greet him.

"Oh, my dear boy! I didn't think you would make it. Are we having the same deal as last year?" The rotund man asked.

Reno nodded, "All of my earnings dancing tonight and the auction at the end are to be put towards the children having tomorrow off. They are not to see any customers and they are not to dance. They will be allowed to have a Christmas dinner and they are allowed to simply be children for the day. Is that clear?"

"Sure thing doll-face. You dance, then you fuck, and they get to have a Christmas. Now, we wouldn't want to be running late for the demand show. Go get ready!" Corneo laughed shooing the Turk into the dressing rooms.

Reno sighed and slid into the red bikini panties. He did his make-up and hid every mark that would connect him to the Turks. He hid his scars, making his skin pure and unblemished. He changed his hairstyle to that of his old self, slicking the spikes down and tying a green ribbon in his hair. He covered his tattoos, making dead sure to cover the ones on his face. He replaced all of his piercings with golden jingle bells on hoops, instead of his normal silver. He put the Santa hat on his head and a piece of mistletoe behind his ear.

He looked at himself in the mirror. No longer was he the fearsome Turk that had killed so many. Instead he was the whore he was raised to be. He had grown up in this hellhole. He knew what it was like to not have a Christmas. The only thing he could ever want more in this life at this moment was for the children just like him to get the Christmas he never got to have. To have someone reach out and care for them the way he always dreamed of being cared for. He had been Corneo's moneymaker all those years ago. The best and most demanded whore in the brothel. Now, he only returned on Christmas and made people bid to spend the night with him. No one knew he was a Turk, they all believed him to simply be a very wealthy whore that only people above the plate could afford.

Reno chuckled to himself, what would Tseng say if he knew that this is what Reno did every Christmas? He knew his boss would be appalled, as would his coworkers if they ever found out. They believed he visited a happy family and that Reno was simply the black sheep with his foul mouth and crude humor. Little did they know that he had grown up in the slums having men and women who fancied little boys come to him for sex. That he was beaten for refusing to remove clothing. That he had been trained to sexually satisfy men and women from the time he was eight. That he was THE Nevada, a whoring legend.

"Nevada, your up!" called back the crew worker, Johnny.

Reno could feel the crowd pulsating, calling out to him. His name was being screamed in voices high and low. Reno looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting his Santa hat and checking his make-up. His hair was gelled into perfection, his scars and tattoos had been hidden with cover-up, and all of his piercings had been filled with hoops that held golden jingle-bells. He looked like the sex-god of Christmas tide. With a quick nod to reassure himself, he heard the first few cords strike up of Santa baby. He took his place and stance behind the curtain on the stage.

"If only they knew what I do every Christmas…"

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