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[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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[priorly]

We'd better stop this anyway, before I get trauma flashbacks. I do have a delicate constitution. One moment, I need to repeat my daily affirmations to a life of cock.

And back. I said you'd be dissapointed: I have obtained gainful employ.

[vorrutyer]

Oh ho. And who has made an honest man of you?

[priorly]

If I tell you I met a woman in the red light district, after previous conversation I fear you'll get the wrong idea.

[vorrutyer]

My god. Prior Vorwalter, are you turning to prostitution?

[priorly]

Well she did ask. Funnily enough, I think she was being polite.

But no. Actually, the prostitutes are turning to me. There's a little crimson establishment in the center of the district - my doctor works there, actually, he made the introductions. And they had need of an event planner. I have no idea quite what kind of events, but I'm expecting it to be educational.

[vorrutyer]

Which institution, dear fellow?

[priorly]

Shades Darker. It sounds like a dungeon but I'm told that's only certain days of the month.

[vorrutyer]

You know, dear Prior, that makes us coworkers.

[priorly]

If you're trying to tell me you've visited, there is a subtle difference in implication between exertion and work.

[vorrutyer]

Not at all! Heavens, Prior, I don't have the funds to pay for sex. I am paid for it.

[priorly]

You're renting?

I wish this thing could translate tone of voice, there aren't nearly enough exclamation marks for how high mine just got. You?

[vorrutyer]

What - is that so shocking? I think I'm handsome enough.

[priorly]

Darling you're handsome as the day is long but you could stroll Times Square all that long day without anyone taking you for a hustler even once.

[vorrutyer]

Hence working in a localized location rather than strolling the streets. They come to me. And I provide a certain experience that can't be found otherwise.

[priorly]

Go on, then, tell me the pitch.

[vorrutyer]

The cynical but wounded noble. Quick-witted and wry. Charming but a little distant. Willing to sell a kiss - impoverished, you know - but with pain in his past. Courtly. Well-mannered. As the relationship continues, there is more and more honesty - flashes of genuine feeling, moments of vulnerability. A growth not just of sexual compatibility, but of something like real love.

[priorly]

Jesus Christ, that's not niche, that's a boyfriend experience.

[vorrutyer]

It's what some people want. You'll be able to see me working my magic - how nice.

[priorly]

No, no, cherie. My job is not keeping the broken women from meeting each other as they seek solace at your door. It's sweeping them into one of the party rooms where they can find some less tawdry distraction. Like a leather-bound pony play stable master.

[vorrutyer]

Women and men, thank you, I do not discriminate. Also, did you just call me tawdry, dear Prior?

[priorly]

As you wish, broken women and elderly homos.

I wouldn't have if it was fifty an hour and a free flute to charm your tentacle cock. At least some of this is bullshit, though, right?

[vorrutyer]

Would you prefer for it to be bullshit?

[priorly]

Yes.

But I'd prefer not to be told it's bullshit because I'd prefer that.

[vorrutyer]

Well. Then let's just move on and toast your successes. And the fact that we'll see one another at work each night. Heavens, that is respectable work - something to take pride in.

[priorly]

Oh please, it's picking out party favors and - I don't know, making sure the dildo benches match the decor. I did something not dissimilar at home when the trust fund ran low.

Don't you find it depressing? I'd be chronically depressed. And you were shocked by Macy's bathrooms.