Kindness unpaid [TTRPG bluebooking]
"Hey, boss! Why would you need this rookie? He has a gorgeous body, but his bratty attitude is something. He doesn't know how to behave and doesn't want to learn."
"Unlike you, Al?"
"Unlike me."
The wide-eyed rockerboy looked puzzled. He was ready to accept that this time his teasing went way too far and he will end up being one of the prostitutes… or even sex dolls. And then this man appeared. Who the hell was he?
"That's my boy!" laughed the club owner. "I trust your judgment. In the end, you are one of the most popular workers here. You surely know what our VIP clients are after. Show this slut an exit and get back."
Morgan silently followed him. The man was about his age, in his early thirties. Tall, muscular, and dangerously graceful. If Morgan met him on the street, he would think literally anything but prostitute.
"You go now. Try not to come back to this area; you don't belong here. The show was awesome and all, but this is not your audience. They are way too distracted by your ass to appreciate your performance."
"You don't belong here as well. Are you on a mission or something?"
Al laughed.
"Yes, on a mission of kicking corpos' balls and getting paid for it. Literally. You know, big guys are so stressed out being the ones in control that they want to learn how it feels when they are treated like shit. It's a thin fucking ice on which you do not walk gracefully. That's why you should go and not come back."
"I don't want you here too. Whores do not give a fuck anywhere except their private rooms."
"I am not a whore; I am a sex worker. That's the difference, my dude. Now go. I have guests to entertain, and you have other audiences elsewhere." The door closed. But Morgan knew that this act of kindness would not go unanswered.
He knew just the person who could fix this.