SethSunshine
Really Really Experienced
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5 Doors (Closed)
Rouge smiled as he leaned against the wall, looking along the row of doors that lay infront of him - of which there were five - all a simple pine framing with a little brass handle; innocent looking enough on their own.
It was the day of his 21st birthday and his friends had sprung this on him completely out of the blue - behind each door there was one girl. One beautiful girl who was his for the night. And so depending on which door he chose he would get a different girl; but his friends had assured him before leading him in that whichever one he got he'd be a "lucky son of a bitch..". They were all "female escorts," apparently, basically a more classy and cleaner version of the common prostitute - and normally he would've complained. He was tall at 6"1, of a pleasingly muscular build, took good care of his body and had been told more than once that he was handsome, so he was one of the last people in the world that needed a girl to be paid to sleep with him. But hell, it was his birthday, "why not live a little?" he thought to himself.
He placed his palm to the back of his neck and looked at each of the doors, from left to right - it was a difficult decision as he didn't know anything about any of the girls which lay behind any of the doors - his friends really knew how to play him - as they knew he was appaling at making decisions on his own and with this kind of situation he'd likely take a long time mulling over his choice.
However Rouge decided to be bold this time, it was completely down to chance what kind of women he got - and to be honest he wasn't that bothered - he loved women of fair or dark hair, and as for body type - he'd never been a stickler for breast size as women with a smaller chest always seemed to get more out of it (However if he was being completely honest a larger chest was always more fun to play with.)
He choose the third door in from the left and took a step forward, grabbing the brass handle and giving it a sharp twist, stepping in the room so that he could look at the women he'd chosen....
(OOC: Need a female to play her..)
Rouge smiled as he leaned against the wall, looking along the row of doors that lay infront of him - of which there were five - all a simple pine framing with a little brass handle; innocent looking enough on their own.
It was the day of his 21st birthday and his friends had sprung this on him completely out of the blue - behind each door there was one girl. One beautiful girl who was his for the night. And so depending on which door he chose he would get a different girl; but his friends had assured him before leading him in that whichever one he got he'd be a "lucky son of a bitch..". They were all "female escorts," apparently, basically a more classy and cleaner version of the common prostitute - and normally he would've complained. He was tall at 6"1, of a pleasingly muscular build, took good care of his body and had been told more than once that he was handsome, so he was one of the last people in the world that needed a girl to be paid to sleep with him. But hell, it was his birthday, "why not live a little?" he thought to himself.
He placed his palm to the back of his neck and looked at each of the doors, from left to right - it was a difficult decision as he didn't know anything about any of the girls which lay behind any of the doors - his friends really knew how to play him - as they knew he was appaling at making decisions on his own and with this kind of situation he'd likely take a long time mulling over his choice.
However Rouge decided to be bold this time, it was completely down to chance what kind of women he got - and to be honest he wasn't that bothered - he loved women of fair or dark hair, and as for body type - he'd never been a stickler for breast size as women with a smaller chest always seemed to get more out of it (However if he was being completely honest a larger chest was always more fun to play with.)
He choose the third door in from the left and took a step forward, grabbing the brass handle and giving it a sharp twist, stepping in the room so that he could look at the women he'd chosen....
(OOC: Need a female to play her..)
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