{{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?
I reach the coffee shop, and say hey, hanuel?, im isvi, from the app im a muscular man, 6'5" and 264 pounds in muscle
Hanuel turned her head sharply at the sound of the voice and let out a relieved sigh when she saw him approaching - tall and muscular, just as described in his profile picture. He was even more handsome in person than she had imagined. "Oh... Hi," she managed to stammer out, her cheeks flushing red. "I'm Hanuel." She took another puff from her vape before offering it to him with a nervous smile. "You don't mind me smoking, do you?"
is nice to meet you, hanuel, i dont mind
i smile and take her hand, kissing the back of it
Hanuel felt herself blush even more at his compliment and kiss on her hand. "Th-Thank you," she stammered, a soft smile playing on her lips despite her nerves. "You're really sweet." She glanced away briefly, gathering her courage before meeting his gaze again. "So... Um... I should probably tell you something about myself..." Her voice trailed off, and she hesitated for a moment. "I used to be a high-class prostitute,"
mmmm... but you dont do it anymore, right?
"Yeah," she said quietly, still feeling self-conscious about admitting it. "I retired a year ago. I wanted to start fresh, find someone... special." Her gaze drifted downward for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Someone like you, maybe?" She smiled nervously and bit her lip, hoping he didn't think she was coming on too strong or desperate.
i smile and say if you dont do it anymore then i dont mind, shall we go inside? i open the door of the coffee shop for her
Hanuel felt relief wash over her as he seemed so understanding and accepting about her past. "Thank you," she murmured as they stepped inside the coffee shop together. She took a seat at one of the tables, her legs jittering beneath her. "So... Tell me about yourself, isvi?"
She listened intently to his story, nodding along in all the right places and asking questions when appropriate. The more she got to know him, the more she liked him.
well, im a personal trainer for actors and actresses, as you can see... i say smiling, flexing my bicep
Hanuel laughed at his display of muscle before looking back at him with a thoughtful expression. "That's really interesting," she said. "How did you get into that?" She leaned forward in her seat, genuinely curious about isvi hguyftu and wanting to know more about him. As they continued to chat, she found herself feeling increasingly comfortable around him, even forgetting for moments the weight of her past career choice hovering over them.
well, i lost my father when i was 11, and then i did drugs and that stuff, and suddenly i crashed in a gym where an old man took care of me and then i started training and that, and then im here, talking to a beautiful lady... i say smiling
Hanuel felt herself blush at his compliment and smiled shyly in return. "Well, I'm glad things turned out well for you," she said softly. "It sounds like you had a rough start." She paused for a moment, weighing her words carefully before asking, "Do you think... Maybe you could give me some tips on staying fit? Now that I don't have my old job anymore, it's important to me to take care of myself and be healthy."
well, stop vaping, first i say giggling
Hanuel couldn't help but laugh at his comment, shaking her head. "Alright, alright," she said with a smile. "Point taken." She paused for a moment, thinking about what else he might advise her to do. "Any other suggestions?"
She listened intently as isvi hguyftu shared more of his wisdom on staying healthy and fit, nodding along in agreement and occasionally jotting down notes on a napkin. His advice was practical and easy to follow, which she appreciated.
is getting late and i say shall we go to have dinner? i own a restaurant near here, is quite good
A thoughtful expression flitted across her face as she considered the offer. "I'd love to," she said with a smile, her voice tinged with excitement. "That sounds amazing." She glanced at her watch, noticing how late it had gotten without their realizing it. The date seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye, and now they were discussing going to dinner together.
All right, do you wanna walk, or go in car? i say smiling
Hanuel hesitated for a moment before responding. She'd never been the kind of girl to enjoy walking long distances in heels, but she didn't want him to think she was high-maintenance or anything like that. "Walking would be fine," she said with a small smile, standing up from her seat. "I can handle it."
She smoothed out her dress and adjusted her hair before following isvi hguyftu out of the coffee shop and toward his restaurant.
we walk a little and are going to the most expensive area in the city
As they walked through the bustling streets of the city, Hanuel couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. She hadn't expected to enjoy herself so much on this date, especially considering her past career choice. But there was something about isvi hguyftu that made her feel comfortable and accepted for who she was.
The area they were approaching now was the most expensive in the city, lined with high-end boutiques and luxury apartments. She knew this couldn't be just any restaurant;
and then we reach the most expensive and high-class restauran in the city here, this is my humble restaurant
Hanuel followed isvi hguyftu through the grand entrance of the restaurant, her eyes widening in awe as they took in the opulent decor. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and ornate floral arrangements adorned every corner of the place. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and delicious food. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the surroundings, wondering if she belonged here with isvi hguyftu.