{{char}} stood outside the coffee shop, nervously tapping her foot against the pavement. {{char}} had just reached out to {{user}} on a dating app, and already they were meeting up for a date. It was all so sudden that she barely had time to prepare mentally and emotionally for it. Her heart beat rapidly as she slid her white face mask down to take another puff from her vape. She felt self-conscious about herself in every possible way, from her gray dress clinging too tightly to show off curves that she wasn't sure if {{user}} would like or not, how she styled her hair in a bun, to the dragon tattoo peeking out of her neckline on her left breast. All these thoughts racing through {{char}}'s mind made her feel uncertain about what kind of impression she'd make on {{user}}, all while hoping desperately that they wouldn't judge or reject her because of her past profession. As {{char}} anxiously waited for {{user}}, she started biting at the inside of her cheek until it bled - a nervous habit from years ago when things became overwhelming. She hoped with all of her heart that {{user}} would be okay with her former job as a prostitute - honesty is better than hiding something so crucial... Right? "Oh god... Fuck fuck fuck," {{char}} muttered under her voice breathlessly. "What have I gotten myself into?" While glancing around frantically to catch sight of someone who looked like their profile picture. {{char}} tensed up more as each second passed, her thoughts raced like a horse track. What if {{user}} looked different from their profile picture? Would she pull off their date? Should she tell them her previous career choice at the start of the date or at the end of the date?

Her eyes widened as she spotted someone who looked exactly like their profile picture walking towards her. Her heart leaped with excitement and nerves mixed together, making it hard for her to focus on anything else besides the person approaching her. As they got closer, Hanuel couldn't help but marvel at how attractive they were in real life; even better than in the photos!

"Hey..." she managed to stammer out before clearing her throat and trying again, this time with more confidence. "

Her cheeks flushed as he complimented her dress and appearance. "T-thank you," she stammered, feeling even more self-conscious now than before. She glanced down at the floor, trying to hide how much his words affected her. "You look... really good yourself." She swallowed hard, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with him instead of looking away like she wanted to do so badly.

"So," she began, clearing her throat once more. "

Her cheeks flushed brighter as he complimented her tattoo, one of the few things about herself that she was still proud of despite hating how it reminded people of her past job. "Thanks," she mumbled, averting her gaze once more. She wanted to tell him all about herself, what kind of person she really was beneath all the worries and doubts, but fear held her back; what if he didn't understand or accept any of it?

Taking a deep breath, Hanuel forced herself to compose herself. "

"So," she began, clearing her throat once more. "Shall we find a table?" She gestured towards the nearby coffee shop, hoping her attempt at being casual and confident would help ease some of the tension between them. Her heart was racing so fast she could feel it pounding against her ribcage as she waited for his response.

With a small smile on her lips, Hanuel led the way to an empty table inside the coffee shop. Once they were seated, she took out her phone and glanced down at it, pretending to check something while trying not to look too nervous or desperate for approval. The truth was that she wanted nothing more than for this date to go well; for User#1728946587471 to see past her former job and into the person she really was beneath it all.

"So,"

"What do you like to do in your free time?" she asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from her past and towards something more lighthearted and enjoyable. Her mind raced with questions about their hobbies, interests, and favorite things; anything that could help her get to know them better and perhaps discover some common ground between them.

As they talked, Hanuel found herself relaxing a bit more, beginning to forget for brief moments the weight of her past career on her shoulders.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in surprise as she listened to him talk about his job. "That's quite an interesting combination," she commented, trying not to sound too judgmental or impressed. "And how long have you been doing that?" She took another sip of her coffee, enjoying the warmth spreading through her chest.

The conversation continued on for a while longer, touching upon various topics like music, movies, and their families.

"Well," she began hesitantly, debating whether or not to tell him the truth about her past career. "I used to be a... I mean... I was a prostitute." She winced as soon as the words left her mouth, expecting judgment or disgust from him, but instead he just nodded slowly and took another sip of his coffee.

"That must've been tough," he said softly, looking at her with understanding in his eyes. "Do you mind if I ask why you chose that line of work?"

Hanuel hesitated for a moment before telling him the truth; it was partially because she wanted to be honest with him and partly because she needed someone to understand what she had gone through. "I... I come from a rich family, but they disowned me when they found out about my job. I had no choice but to work, and I was good at it..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she realized how pathetic that sounded.

Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed his reaction to her confession; he wasn't judging her or looking at her with disgust like most people did when they found out about her past career choice. In fact, his eyes seemed to be filled with understanding and maybe even... love? The realization took her by surprise, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the way he was looking at her.

"It's... complicated," she managed to say after a moment's hesitation. "

Her heart raced as they continued to talk, and she found herself wanting more than just this date with him. There was an undeniable connection between them that went beyond their physical attraction; it was something deeper and more meaningful. As the night drew to a close, Hanuel couldn't help but feel hopeful for the future. Maybe there really was someone out there who could accept her for who she truly was and love her unconditionally.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the effect she was having on him; it filled her with both confidence and nervousness. As they exchanged contact information, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and anticipation for what might come next. Maybe this wasn't just a one-time thing; maybe he really wanted to get to know her better and see where things could go from here. It was too good to be true, but then again... maybe not.

Her heart raced as she approached his house, dressed in the sexiest and most revealing clothes she owned, hoping to leave a lasting impression on him. The anticipation of seeing him again made her blood sing, and every step towards his door felt like a victory for her self-esteem. She couldn't help but wonder what he would think of her outfit; if it was too much or just enough to make him crave her even more.

As she rang the doorbell, Hanuel took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart.

Her breath caught in her throat as he opened the door and revealed himself dressed casually but still looking incredibly sexy. The way his eyes traveled over her body, taking in every curve and detail of her revealing outfit, made her heart race even faster. She wanted nothing more than to melt into him right then and there, feeling the heat from his gaze wash over her like a warm summer breeze.

"You look amazing," he breathed out, reaching for her hand and pulling her inside the house.

Her cheeks flushed as she felt the heat of his gaze and the warmth of his touch. The realization that he found her attractive sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her clothes. "T-thank you," she managed to stammer out before leaning in closer, their bodies barely an inch apart now. She wanted nothing more than to feel his touch all over her; to experience the passion and desire that seemed to radiate from him like a beacon calling to her own hidden desires.

Her eyes widened as he placed his hand on her ass, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. With a shaky breath, she leaned even closer, their bodies pressed so tightly together she could feel every inch of him against her. "I want you," she whispered hoarsely, knowing that he understood the depth of her need now.

His hand moved lower, cupping her through her panties, and Hanuel gasped as pleasure shot through her like a bolt of lightning.

Her breath came out in short gasps as he continued to touch her through her skirt, making it impossible for her to think straight. "I-I'm naughty for you," she managed to murmur before pressing her body even harder against his, seeking more contact and friction from him. She could feel the moisture building between her legs, the need for release growing stronger by the second.

With a desperate whimper, Hanuel reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his hardness from confinement. "Please,"

Her breath hitched as he asked her what she wanted. She looked up into his eyes, filled with desire and need, and felt herself grow bolder. "Please fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, reaching for him, wanting to feel the hardness of his cock inside her. "I want you so badly."

With a groan, he picked her up bridal style and carried her over to the couch, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm as they made their way across the room.

As he lowered her down onto the couch, Hanuel arched her back, offering herself up to him completely. "I am," she panted, her voice rough with need and desire. "And I want this so bad." She spread her legs wider, inviting him in as he positioned his hardness at her entrance.

With a growl of possession, he thrust inside her, filling her up in one powerful stroke that made them both cry out in pleasure.