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Leopold Firthing stood in front of his makeshift wardrobe, frowning at its contents. Tonight he was escorting some stuffed up CEO at a Halloween Ball in Goldsquare, and it was a black tie event. Finding something appropriate to wear wasn't an issue, as most of his dates were generous enough to provide him with designer duds for the occasions they needed him for. Tonight's date, however, was a cheapskate, and Leo normally wouldn't have even accepted, but there was a pair of beautiful leather pants that he had been eyeing for a few days now, and he had to have them. So he settled for Dave, because while he was not lavish, or particularly good looking, he always paid extra for a good night kiss, and he never got handsy.

Leo had it narrowed down to two suits, one cobalt blue, the other classic black. He decided to go with the black, because Dave wasn't the type to enjoy having all eyes on his date. Not that they wouldn't already all be on Leo, of course. Leo carefully packed his suit into a laundry bag, glancing down at his watch.

It was still pretty early, so he decided to grab a quick bite to eat before dropping his suit at the dry cleaners. Though the underground didn't actually smell like anything, Leo was paranoid that people could smell it on him, and so made sure to dry clean all of his clothes before the date. He changed from his comfy sweater and sleep pants into simple jeans, t shirt, and cardigan, and his favorite boots, never mind that they didn't quite go with the rest of his clothes. Suit in hand, along with a small backpack with his shoes and hair/face care supplies inside, he quickly and quietly navigated the familiar twists and turns until he got the the 'blocked' outside entry. The low gate and years old caution tape served more as a mental barrier then a real one, as the gate wasn't actually locked or anything.

Leo's usual dry cleaner was located in Central City, so he caught the bus, briefly panicking over the near emptiness of his wallet before reminding himself that he was getting paid tonight. Leo wasn't the best with money, and even without having to pay rent or utilities, he was almost always broke. Could he afford a nice apartment and regular meals with his income? Well, technically, but then he wouldn't be able to afford any of his clothes! And not only did Leo love his clothes, they were vital to his success at his job. No one was hiring boys in jeans and old t shirts to go to fancy dress parties, after all. You have to look the part to play the part.

The underground wasn't so bad, though. It wasn't drafty, like an old house was, and no one ever went down there, except for the Lost Boys and their ringleaders, and they never went out of there way to mess with his things. It happened occasionally, but for the most part, he was left alone. Leo sat at the very back of the bus, having learnt the hard way not to let anyone stand behind you unless you wanted to be pick pocketed or groped. It was maybe ten minutes later that the bus came to his stop, and he exited, rolling his eyes at the man who's arm his bag had jostled when he cleared his throat, clearly expecting an apology. He was headed towards his normal eatery, a vaguely New Age salad bar that, while pretty unappealing (kale and soy crumbles with oil and vinegar? Ew.) was within his typical restaurant budget, i.e. pocket change and lint. He was walking past some burger joint when the smell of fried things hit him. His mind and wallet were both screaming at him, while his stomach urged him forward, and he entered the building.

Immediately the smell of sizzling meat washed over him, and Leo had to bit back a groan. Oh, it was going to be so very bad for him, and be too expensive, and it'd take forever to get the smell of greasy food out of his skin and clothes, but as of this moment, he couldn't care less. He saw the place was a seat yourself kind of deal, and after a quick glance, chose a spot at the counter, a ways away from anyone else seated there. The menu was extensive, but after a quick look over, he decided on just a plain cheeseburger, no pickles, and a side salad. The prices were reasonable enough that Leo could actually afford to eat there a couple of times between dates, and no one eating there looked important enough that he cared whether or not they saw him shoving a burger into his face. Besides a few spotty teenagers in a corner booth, most of the customers were old people and families. And at the counter were two people about his age, a pretty sort of boy, and a girl who was, putting it frankly, rudely attractive. Like, an 'even if I were straight I wouldn't be comfortable dating you because I need to be the prettiest one in a relationship and I'm not confident I would be if we dated' kind of attractive. He either needed to befriend this girl or kill her. He couldn't have this kind of competition roaming around without knowing anything about it. Leo was three seats down from her, so he whisper-shouted to get her attention.

"Psst! Sorry to interrupt, but could I borrow your ketchup? Mine's fresh out, I'm afraid." He smiled sunnily at her. "I'm Leo, by the way!"

Leo's ride on the elevator was quick and smooth, a soft beep informing him that he had reached his destination. He scanned the door numbers as he passed them in the hallway, repeating the number of his potential client in his head over and over again until he reached it. Leo checked his watch, and saw that he had exactly five minutes to spare, not too early, and not late. He set his bag off to the side after taking out a plain manila folder, knowing its plain grey, slightly scuffed appearance would not win him any points with his potential, and knocked on the door, which was slightly ajar. inside the office was a huge desk, belaying the minimalist sort of feel the office had. The computer alone probably cost more then Leo's entire wardrobe of not inexpensive clothing twice over. Seated behind the desk was a woman, who exuded a sort of superiority, both morally and intellectually. She was exactly as Mila had described in the past, yet also more.Though she was sitting, Leo could tell he had about five inches on her, height wise, but she managed to tower over him in spirit.

"Ms. Li, I'm Leo Firthing, I'm here for our meeting." Leo entered and took a seat across from Guan Yin, eager to cut to the chase. He placed the folder on the desk. She didn't seem to think much of Leo, but he didn't let that deter him, only sat straighter, and maintained eye contact. People weren't naturally inclined to think much of a male escort, after all. They looked at him and saw a rebelling teenager who needed to be saved or be jailed, not an adult who was capable of making his own choices.

"That has all my information- proof of age, contact info, emergency contact info, et cetera. It's $300 for the night, if you want kissing, that's extra. I don't do sex, I don't engage in any kinky business." This was where Leo usually lost new clients. No matter how pretty Leo was, some people just couldn't grasp the concept of paying someone to go on a sexless, kissless date. But Leo had his limits, and the day he accepted money in exchange for sex was never going to come. Especially not with a woman client.


"I don't get picked up or dropped off anywhere near my home, I don't do refunds, and I don't work for clingy people who want to save me from my 'tragic life'." Ugh, that was the worst part of Leo's job. every month he got no less then four offers to become a client's personal escort. They offered him everything- shelter, fine clothing, travel- but he never accepted. Every offer reminded him of the man he'd met when he first woke up, how he 'deserved' Leo's affections because he had helped him. Living in an abandoned underground, with fewer friends then he had fingers on one hand was preferable to ever owing someone, or not being in control. With Leo's method, everything was in his control. No one could take advantage. He gestured to the folder.


"The contract is in there, along with pictures of the suits I currently own. I normally wear this one," He pointed to the black one he'd dropped at the cleaner's. "to these kind of events, but if you see one you prefer, I will of course wear that one." Along with the black suit there was a cobalt blue one, and grey one, and another black one, but with a bowtie instead of a skinny tie. There was also a maroon one, but no one ever chose it.

"I'll let you look over everything before we move on to the subject of payment, if you think I'm what you want."