Warren Part One

Warren walked along the dark asphalt, his shoes splashing against the puddles that had pooled along the path. He adjusted his gait slightly to let the rain-fearing people pass by without any splashes from the puddles on his pant leg due to their hastened movements. Turning his body and head slightly Warren catches glimpses of them heading in the opposite direction. Most likely rushing home to avoid getting completely soaked through, the forecast called for rain late this evening, however it seems to have started early and surprised these people shortly after getting off work.

Warren continued along the sidewalk, feeling the rain intensify pelting his coat and hat, creating that soothing sound that many use to fall asleep late at night. Warren found it calming, however the ill-prepared pedestrians were disgruntled and started to complain about the 'terrible weather' and how they would never trust the weather forecast again. Warren paid no attention to the complaints, instead directing his gaze across the street and down an alley, where a group of children were gleefully jumping and stomping in the puddles, laughing as they soaked each others clothes and competed to see who could make the biggest splash.

Warren shook his head with a slight smile as he turned to enter the doors to his destination. 'Only the adults curse the weather, whereas the children simply relished in the changes' Warren thought before closing the door behind him. Warren was slightly surprised when he entered the establishment, expecting something grander given the reputation of the place. All he saw was a fairly average hotel lobby, with a receptionist standing at the desk watching his arrival. The furnishings in the room were not as ostentatious as the buildings in the east zone usually are, lacking the pretentiousness that often serves as an attempt to demonstrate wealth. However it also wasn't as dilapidated as most buildings in the west zone seem to be, the rundown zone has been referred to as the slums of the city where crime runs rampant and everything is left in disrepair, even the people.

No, instead it seems that the lobby both caters to the rich and poor alike not leaning to either side to heavily as its reputation states, strange for a establishment as wealthy as it is to act in such a manner. Walking toward the receptionist with the same slight smile he entered with, Warren keeps a close eye on their expression as he advances toward her, leaving small puddles along the floor and creating that old familiar squishy sound wet shoes love to make after entering a building. Trying to spot hint of dissatisfaction, disregard, or disdain on her face as drew closer to her. After all he entered from the west gate, the poorest zone of the city all while trekking water across the lobby floor leaving quite a mess.

Warren saw nothing, the receptionist maintained the same businesslike smile that those working in retail often have - the good ones, at least. She remained impassive with a slight smile, wearing her receptionist uniform adorned with a pure white armband near her left armpit as Warren approached the desk. Warren made his way to the front desk relatively quickly, taking just a few seconds to cross the lobby and coming face to face with the receptionist. As Warren arrived, he raised his hand to the top of his head, removing his hat which had become damp from the rain. Before the receptionist could say anything, Warren parted his lips to speak first.

"I'm sorry about the mess." Warren apologized as he put his damp hat on the desk's edge. "It started raining earlier than I had anticipated," he added. "Not to worry, sir," she says with the same smile still on her face, She either truly didn't care or is sporting one of the best poker faces Warren has seen. "Is this your first time visiting us? Or have you been here before?" The receptionist asks interrupting Warren's assessment of her expressions. "This is my first visit, I finally had enough excess cash and time to see how this place got its renowned reputation." "Oh, we always look forward to welcoming new patrons, how much of our rules and guidelines are you familiar with?" She inquires. "I don't know much, just that the price is high if I want an experience worthy of the places reputation as the best in the business." Warren answers candidly.

"I see." She remarks. "I will have someone accompany you to one of our lounges where you can finalize the details of your stay and become familiar with the regulations associated with it then." She motions to her left where another staff member wearing the same staff attire can be seen walking toward Warren. This time it appears to be a man with a light blue armband instead of the receptionist's virgin white one. 'Interesting' Warren remarks wondering what the different colors could signify before grabbing his hat and following the man to one of the lounges.

Upon entering the lounge, Warren spotted a pile of documents on the desk. The staff member motioned for Warren to take a seat before starting to explain. "These forms are like a questionnaire, designed to help us narrow down the selection of courtesans and find the one that best fits your needs. Also any questions you have about the content of the paper feel free to ask, I am here to answer any questions you may have." Warren nodded thanking the man, then took up the paper and began to slowly fill it out.

Starting at the top Warren is greeted by the question pertaining to Warren's preferred status of the courtesan, full-time or part-time. Not fully understanding the differences between the two Warren skips it looking for easier questions to answer. 'Amount of Courtesans? Just one. Preferred gender? That’s easy: female. Age? Something close to mine – let’s go with mid to late twenties. Ethnicity? I don’t have a preference there. Hair color? Any will do; it’s never been something I’ve cared about. Hair length? Medium or long – I’ve never liked the short hair look on most women. Body type? No real preference but it would suck if I got something I found revolting.' Raising his eyes from the papers Warren looks to the staff member and begins to speak.

"Can I add notes beside or under a question to exclude certain things?" The staff member turns to look at Warren answering "Yes, it's allowed and in-fact encouraged. There should be enough space between questions for you to add any notes, the bottom paper in the stack is also completely blank should you not have enough space on the forms." "Oh, that helps." Warren replies quickly marking any for preferred body type and jotting down 'Not anorexic or obese.' "Well since I have your attention can I ask the difference between full-time and part-time courtesans?" Warren asks turning his attention back to the staff member.

"Certainly, The full-time courtesans can be considered true members of the Rose Manor most if not all have lived here their whole lives and are the reason we have such a stellar reputation. They are extremely proficient in a multitude of roleplay and can satisfy almost any fantasy a patron can have. Of course as long as they have the body type, looks, and personality for the role. We obviously don't ask that a flat-chested female courtesan or flat chested male courtesan to be proficient in giving our patrons boobjobs, not to say they won't try if asked we just don't guarantee it will be satisfying." The staff member stated.

"The part-time courtesans can be classified into two types, the first being the full-time courtesans who have decided to continue their work here occasionally for whatever reason. The second being primarily normal residents of the city either wanting or in need of money, there are also those who become part-time courtesans purely for the thrill or sexual aspects this job provides, while the money is just an added bonus. Most of the part-time courtesans also live on site similar to the full-time courtesans with their stay being short in comparison average being three to six months, some quit after a few days or even after one patron deciding the lifestyle wasn't something they could handle."

"The part-time courtesans not living on site usually end up staying with the Rose Manor for a longer duration, as these courtesans are the ones not fully committed to the lifestyle. The time these courtesans are available for some can be as little as six hours once a week or as long as a normal nine hour work shift causing them to entertain little to no patrons during there stay, if they are unlucky enough to have no patrons requesting their skills. The skills of the part-time courtesans are also less then the full-timers by a noticeable degree as instead the chance of getting someone you recognize or even know personally is instead the appeal." The male staff member finishing his explanation looked at Warren before asking. "Do you understand the differences now sir? Or do you need greater clarification on anything previously stated."

"No, I understand the difference now perfectly, thank you for answering. You have cleared up any questions I had about the terms." Warren responded shaking his head, internally wondering if the staff members boss had him memorize the entire speech to say should it be required. Looking at the first question he previously skipped over, he ponders about which choice to make. 'The part-time courtesans sure offer an appeal huh, maybe I would see a popular news anchor, a female Olympic gold medal gymnast, or maybe a world champion heavyweight boxer. The possibilities are endless you never know who could end up doing this kind of work or for what reason.'

'The cons are also pretty obvious, you could end up seeing your friends, family, or spouse on the listed available courtesans and have your whole world come crashing down around you. The suspicion that you were the only one that didn't know would eat most up alive, having you second guess every look, word, and interaction the person had with someone or that they had given you. Wondering if they all were in on it relishing in all the double meaning words they said in front of you, every small interaction they shared meaning something much more then you knew, the secret meaning behind the joy and happiness in their eyes, you who was foolish enough to believe it was your doing, the possibility they were drinking in and relishing in the fact you didn't know, that you were blissfully ignorant of everything.'

'Huh, maybe that is one of the reasons for the large amount of murders in the west zone. People believing that the ones they hold dear and huddle together in the dark with are truly people to fully trust, after all they are with you caring and helping to provide kindling for the small fire keeping the dark at bay. To come to realize that the ones coming to provide you with kindling are in-fact keeping secrets and laughing at you who is caring for the fire. That on their trips to find kindling they were instead enjoying feasts and carousing around a bonfire during there stay, only to grab a small branch to bring back apologizing that it was all they could find, while you comfort and reassure them its enough.' Warren shakes his head and lets out a sigh.

He was suppose to be here to experience the world renowned Rose Manor, something to be happy about but his thoughts were instead filled with gloomy musings. He looked down at the questionnaire before him and, with a weary smile, checked the box for full-time courtesan. 'I'm already aware of a lot things most people are blissfully ignorant of, no reason to add another to the list of knowledge I would rather not know.' With a weary smile on his face Warren brought his gaze back to the paper hoping to finish the questionnaire quickly.

'Alright next question. Tattoos and piercings, not a big fan of tattoos so none and piercings uhhh, I guess only ear piercings, not a fan of sexual piercings, tongue piercings are problematic never liked having metal in my own mouth and the plastic ones have a higher chance of infection or breaking off. So I guess just normal ear piercings or no piercings are fine. Next is if I have any roleplay scenarios. Again a big nope, didn't really come to enact or play out any type of kinky scenario I have been bottling up, just here for the normal sex.' Warren quickly scans the page and realizes that, because he has not been overly particular or demanding with his criteria, he is almost finished with the questionnaire.

'Duration of stay, hmm, probably till eight A.M. tomorrow morning, the forecast called for a heavy downpour through most of the night. So I would prefer to sleep here, I bet the beds are going to be heavenly.' Warren chuckled to himself. 'Any acts I would like to do or would like not to have done. Similar to the previous roleplay question but I'm guessing they want more exact information. Lets see I guess oral and just casual light-hearted sex, can't really think of anything else, just gonna let it play out naturally. Now onto things I wouldn't like huh, being dominated, having them try and put a finger in my ass seems like a good start, verbal abusive or demeaning dirty talk, are a no. Anything else can be mentioned at the time.' Warren jots down his answers trying to push the memory of one of his previous partners wandering hands out of his mind.

'Any special features the Courtesans should possess, you may pick more then one. Oh, it lists examples. Relation between courtesans if you chose to have more then one, pregnant, blind, deaf, mute, scared, degree of amputee, wheelchair bound, diphallia, birth deformity, detoxing, heterochromia, vaganus caused by birth.' 'Ok that's enough looking at that, I will just mark none.' Warren quickly tries to skip over the the section and goes to answer the last few questions on the paper, happy to almost be done.

'Alright, almost the last question. lets get this done. Any special skills the courtesan should have.' Warren looks up from the paper pondering the question. 'Any skills, I don't think they are talking about anything sexual here, or maybe they are? They say any but do they truly mean it? Can I put juggling, cleaning, massage, singing, piano tuning, perfect pitch, and they could really get a courtesans that has one or more of these skills.' Warren glances at the clock in the room realizing its already been twenty minutes since he has entered the building, what was once early evening has become late evening, almost the beginning of night. Seeing the passage of time had brought a small flash of insight to Warren about just what kind of skills he would like the courtesan to possess.

'Oh, I guess those two skills would work, one serious and the other just to see if they could do it, haha.' Warren chuckles to himself as he fills in the skill section. 'Finally the last question, I thought this would go on forever.' Warren huffs. 'When given the profiles of all the courtesans that best match your requests to choose from, would you like to see both nude and clothed photos or just one version of them.' Warren reads. 'Ugh, that's right I still have to choose after being handed the profiles, I really don't want to waste anymore time. Lets put clothed and just to give me a single random profile to speed things up.'

"Alright I am done." Warren says drawing the attention of the staff member with his hand outstretched gesturing for the papers to be taken from him. "Understood, before I go submit your requests sir, I need to discuss the matter of payment." The staff member responded taking the papers from Warrens hands. Warren gives his account info that holds all the excess money he has collected to the staff member. "We will transfer all the funds in the account to one of ours before we deduct the cost of your visit before you leave. We do this to ensure that any fines the patron occurs during his stay can be paid for safely. Of course if we have to put more funds in the incase of fines section due to a patrons prior history or the **** nature of the activities they choose to request, then the courtesans quality may be lower due to the lack of funds. At the end of a patrons visit we will transfer the remaining funds back to the same account or we could hold the excess funds under an account with us, so your next visit you can use the leftover funds instead of having to pay again." The staff member patiently and gently explained, knowing that when discussing money most tend to become easily angered.

"I see, that's fine," Warren said reassuringly to the staff member. "All the funds in the account were set aside to be used here anyway, so as long as my requests are met and the quality of my visit lives up to the Rose Manor's reputation, then it is perfectly acceptable for it all to be used." He paused for a moment before inquiring, "How would a patron incur fines during his visit if I may ask?"

"You can incur fines through multiple different ways. The most common being doing or having the courtesan experience something they listed in their profile as something they dislike or refuse to do. The second would be the temporary or permanent marking of the courtesans body, the fines amount here can be determined by the severity and duration of the mark. While we understand that patrons can lose themselves in the heat of the moment, patrons also need to understand that most do not like seeing evidence of a courtesans prior visitor and any time spent waiting for the mark to diminish is time spent not working for the courtesan. The third would be acting outside or breaking the list of guidelines unique to your visit, depending on your activities chosen, the guidelines change and are told to you after your selection of courtesan. The last would be a fine issued due to destruction of property. Destroying the courtesans clothing as you rip it of her body although something that might excite or enhance your activities an roleplay, also cost money to replace and you will be fined to replace them. We have also had patrons break objects or appliances while in a drunken state or through carelessness, for which they are fined accordingly."

"If I have answered all your questions now, I will be back with your profiles and to explain the guidelines of your visit shortly." The staff member said before leaving Warren alone in the room.

It took just five to ten minutes for the staff member to return to the lounge, holding a single document in hand. It was no doubt the profile of Warren's partner for the night. As he handed the file to Warren, the staff member said apologetically, "I'm sorry for the wait, sir. Thanks to your lenient criteria, we were able to locate a few courtesans who suited your requirements easily. Although one of the requirements you listed under the skills section isn't technically a skill, we were still able to find some who satisfied it." Slightly surprised by that information Warren replies to confirm.

"Oh, I'm surprised you have information pertaining to my request, I doubt its something commonly asked for or information readily available." Warren says probingly. "True, Its not something we can easily filter for but we do have other information that basically shows the same thing." The staff member reassures. "I see." Finding no reason to make things difficult for the man, as Warren himself can think of a few methods of getting the information that wouldn't have to be explicitly known. "Would you like to look over the profile of the courtesan here sir or while we are walking to the destination of your stay?" The staff member inquires.

"While walking." Warren quickly replies having spent more time in the lounge then he would have liked. "Then before we leave the room I will ask that any weapons or electronical devices be placed in the box to the right of the desk as both aren't permitted beyond the door." The staff member says glancing towards Warrens right hip briefly. Although the glance was brief Warren understood the hint and moves to remove the knife and sheath from his person along with his phone from his pocket. While Warren is placing the items in the box the staff member begins to explain the guidelines for his visit.

"Your stated activities has given the lightest and most basic amount of guidelines to follow. Namely the ones I previously mentioned when talking about fines. To reiterate do not destroy apparel or any objects, do not leave lasting marks on the courtesans body, and please follow the likes and dislikes listed in the courtesans profile if you don't want to be fined. Do you understand the guidelines?" The staff member questioned.

"Yes." Replied Warren who finished placing his items in the box and moved to pick up the courtesans profile. "Your items will be returned to you at the front desk when you have completed your stay. Do you intend to return through the the same gate you entered? The west gate sir." Warren nods his head confirming his intention to leave the same way he came in. "Now that everything is taken care of please follow me as I escort you to your courtesan." The staff member states before turning and walking through the doors, Warren following closely behind as he looks at the profile he was given.

The first thing Warren notices is the picture of a youthful woman with long, glossy brown hair cascading down her back and sides. Her skin has a warm, beige hue and she's sporting a cheerful smile, giving off the innocence and liveliness of a college-bound girl. She's wearing an ordinary black and white lantern-sleeved dress with an apron draped down her front covering her small sized bosom. Her height being rather petite, just from appearance alone she looked too young to be in the age range Warren requested. Doubting her age Warren looks away from the photo and looks for the information about her in the profile.

'Alyssa, 26, 5.4 or 162 cm tall, petite body type, long brown hair.' Warren sighs while reading the information. 'I guess 26 is in the mid to late twenties, due to her small and petite frame, she can pull off a younger appearance.' Studying the photo more closely Warren can see small signs of Alyssa's ageing, he muses that she probably wouldn't be able to pull off the young housewife look in a few years as signs of her maturity are already bleeding through.

'Well damn, guess I was wrong about about the young housewife role.' Warren remarks as he continued to look through the Alyssa's profile taking a particular long look at her roleplay scenarios, surprised by the contents. 'Experienced in Father/daughter roleplay, step father/daughter roleplay, older brother/younger sister roleplay. A diligent and caring women trying to help around the house and relive pressure from the patron when they get home. While some girls her age are out partying or getting into relationships, she instead is taking care of you. Maybe you should show her how grateful you are of her efforts. Able to do both willing and unwilling roleplay.'

'I really hope Alyssa doesn't think I want to engage in this type of roleplay when I get there, maybe I should have been more exact in the details of what I wanted, or taken my time in choosing from the profiles instead of just getting a random one.' Thoughts swirled inside Warrens head as he followed behind the staff member guiding him to Alyssa. Composing himself Warren takes a look at the most important section, what Alyssa's dislikes or refuses to do.

'Well well well, I guess this is where we matched the most it seems.' Warren thinks recognizing a few things he also marked down. 'No anal, abusive language, female dominating, acts meant to humiliate or demean, harsh physical ****, or exhibitionism.' Although unlikely to engage in any of the acts Warren still commits the list to memory, just in case. Finishing the profile Warren can see what he is guessing Alyssa's place coming up. The staff member motions Warren to the door and holds out his hand for the profile back.

'Ah, I guess it would be rude to show up with all the likes and dislikes of a person when meeting for the first time.' Warren hands the papers to the staff member who accepts them and turns around to walk back the way they came, leaving Warren standing alone in front of the door. Taking a deep breath Warren reaches his hand out and knocks on the door, ready to begin his night at the famed Rose Manor Establishment.