The Hooker AU Meme, nabbed from bakerstreet

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THE HOOKER AU MEME
CONTENT WARNING for prostitution, crime, dub- to non-con, kink.
	INSTRUCTIONS: 1 » Post a comment with your character's name and canon. 2 » Comment around to others and play threads! 3 » Use RNG if you get stuck for ideas.

WHERE? Where do you look for business?
1 » STREET »	You wait on the sidewalk, wink at the passing cars, dress yourself in revealing clothing and garish make-up. You don't cost much. Maybe you're desperate, or in debt, or your life fell apart. Maybe you're independent; maybe you have a pimp, and a quota to fill. Either way, you have to work hard for your living.
2 » HOUSE OF PLEASURE »	It's a good life, isn't it? You have a place to stay, a roof over your head. You don't even have to leave the House -- or perhaps you're not allowed to. You could have a good madame, or a harsh one; maybe you can pick your clientele, even. If you cater to a certain odd set of tastes, though, you might not have a choice at all.
3 » TEMPLE »	It is an act of worship, for you. Sex is about fertility, the giving and receiving of energy, a sacred act. When you bed another, it is for the benefit of you both.
4 » IN PRIVATE »	You're a call girl. An escort. You go to parties; you know how to speak the language of the rich and famous. You dress well, act confident, and know how to get what you want. You're a valuable companion, and they better be prepared to pay dearly for you, tonight.
5 » OTHER »	For anything else you can think of!

WHY? Why are you hiring this particular person?
1 » CURIOSITY »	Maybe you're bored, or you hav a little extra money to spend, and you're up for a little experimentation.
2 » SECRETS »	You need discretion; no one can know that you're cheating on your wife. Money is a good way to keep the both of you quiet.
3 » NEED »	There's a desire you have that you can't satisfy any other way. Maybe it's your sexual orientation that you don't want anyone to know. Maybe it's something darker.
4 » THEY MADE ME DO IT »	Some well-meaning friends, or business partners, have hired you a hooker for the evening. Better make the most of it.
5 » JUST THE SEX »	You don't want the hassle of a relationship. You get your needs take care of, and that's it.
6 » OTHER »	For anything else you can think of!

Comments

[srslynotafuckinshark]

[He walks by this place nearly everyday on his trek to McDonald's after his MWF classes, and it never looks like it does now. During the day and most hours of the night, it looks like a creepy old abandoned church of some non-Christian denomination. He's really not sure, and he has the worst faith in a higher power, so he's never really looked twice at it.]

[Detective Adventures with Hanna and the gang left them near that same McD's and Veser opted to just go home, fuck them, he was done for the night. He had homework he didn't plan to do and an empty room for the weekend to jack off in as much as he wanted without worry of interruption. His roomie was cool, but goddamn. So he's just on his way back from a different abandoned creepy place, and just passing by the normal one he walks past three times a week and exactly 12:00AM. Then the place changes.]

[Veser's seen some weird-ass shit in his life, but this really took the cake. He stares at the building, now new-looking and beautiful, and he feels like he's been moved to a different dimension, sort of. However that feels. He just doesn't feel like he's in Shitty HannaTown anymore, even though everything around the creepy-gone-radiant church is as shitty as it normally is. He looks around, just to see if any passerbys are seeing what he's seeing, but it doesn't seem like it. This is getting really fucking weird and if video games and being Hanna's friend has taught him anything, it's that exploring before moving on is a pretty damn good idea.]

[He's hesitant, still, as he pulls open one of the doors and hovers awkwardly in the doorway.]

[arisatominako]

[It's near silent in the temple, save for the soft sound of breathing and the hum of magic in the air. The floor is arranged in 13 rows of tiles, alternating between lines of black and lines of grey. In the very center is one line of pure white, and while the others have multiple people kneeling on their own individual tiles, facing away from from the door, this line is different. At the very front, a girl in her early 20s sits facing towards the door, thick, dull purple fabric tied around her eyes. It's the same fabric as the rest of her clothes, and, actually, everyone's clothes. The male and female outfits are identical, long flowing skirts and bare chests. The women's exposed breasts are shown with no hint of modesty or shame, and even those who look up when the door opens make no move to cover themselves. Each line of people has it's own face paint done utterly identical on each member of that line, and a different mask is hung on the wall at the front of each one. Only the white line down the middle of the room lacks a mask, and the girl at the front has only the fabric over her eyes. The whole place is lit with candles that hang, suspended by nothing, in the air throughout, thick enough in number that it's barely dim in the room. There are doorways at the front of each line, underneath the masks, seemingly marked by them as much as the lines are. The white line lacks one.]

[When the door opens, the girl at the front of the room smiles widely, seemingly to herself. She stands up and walks calmly over to the masks on the wall, choosing one that looks upsidedown and taking it from it's place. Without taking the fabric off of her eyes, she walks back to her line on the floor and crosses it to reach the doorway. She holds the mask to her chest and smiles, the tilt of her head making it seem as though she can see through the fabric over her eyes.]

Welcome, child of the Hanged Man, to the House of Shadows. I am the resident Fool, here to extend a hand to the new and the old to guide them in the ways of understanding the mystical reality they are a part of.

[She presses the mask into his hands, and once she's assured that he has a hold on it, she reaches up with one hand to pull the knot on her blindfold, which falls to the floor. Without it, her smile looks incredibly cheerful, reaching her now-visible eyes.]

Sorry for the cult induction speech. Hi! My name's Minako Arisato, and I'm sorta the high priestess around here. You've gotta have some magic to even get in here, so, don't by shy! Come in, come in, we haven't had a visitor in ages. You don't have to wear the mask, if you don't want.