"I'm sorry, Roxas, but I'm really not comfortable doing a job with a human that doesn't already have experience in my field. Of course, I'd be happy to meet with YOU for a personal session."
"Haha, well, I'm free tonight. Eight good with you?"
"Myes. Good day, my friend!"
"Good day, Suzy." I already told Martial I'd figure this out for him, but I'm starting to lose hope. I've gone through message-boards, company pages, the Dick-Tube forums, and nothing involving humans. Then again, I wasn't really checking for the more "interesting" options, for obvious rookie reasons, but maybe I'll need to bite the bullet. I click on my notepad of fetishes I had combed through and go to the top results. "Hmm...I guess domination." I head back into my private browser window and head back into my favorite message board and search for listings involving 'Dom-play'.
"The Torture Princess Invites you to play. Magicians preferred, but other species may be considered. Oh god, finally." I click on the listing and it takes me to a channel filled with old live streams. I hit the 'About Us' tab and it gives me a pretty good idea of what I may be getting my friend into. Turns out, torture princess is a very fitting name. Whips, electric collars, chains, and, for certain participants, knives.
"Well, that doesn't sound appealing." Still, despite that, they still have an audience that goes into the millions. Seeing a human go through this and not die? Well, that will probably be a good start, to say the least. Besides, if I don't consider this, how much longer is it gonna take for me to find another opportunity? I should just talk about it with him. He is the one going through it, after all. I grab my glasses and close my laptop, throwing it in my carry bag. I send him a message, asking to meet him at the shop.
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"Erm, let's go to Frankie's instead."
I try prodding and all he tells me is that he and his grandpa got in a fight. I sigh. This guy, he really is gonna get kicked out one day. Whatever, I do like pancakes. I hop out of my chair and get going.
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Waiting for our food to arrive, I cut straight to the chase. "Alright. I think I may have found you a job, but it may be a little out of your comfort zone."
"Sounds good." He mumbles an answer.
"You alright?" The whole time we'd been sitting here, Martial was giving me nothing but short mumbles, and I'm starting to get concerned.
"I'm fine. Just a little upset with someone. Anyways, what's the catch?" I decide to believe him.
"Chains, whips, electric collars, and maybe knives. Needless to say, you won't be the one using them." Martial nods along as I list off my items of concern.
"Okay, I'll do it." He nods his head, giving me a look of determination.
"Are you sure? I can keep looking if you like." He shakes his head.
"I need to get started already. If I don't, then the chances I won't be ready in time will just get higher." Hearing that gives me some small amount of relief. At least I can take a break from the research for now.
"Now we just need to get in contact with her. I'll send her an email and hopefully, we get a response." Martial nods and proceeds to look back down at his hands. I look down at my laptop and send the email I'd typed out earlier.
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"Ping." Almost 30 seconds later, I get a response. I give an agitated sigh, putting down my fork and opening the response.
"Yes. Meet me here anytime today." Below the message is an address that seems strangely familiar to me.
"Oh, right, red light." Martial freezes up when he hears me say that. "What?"
"Nothing, you just brought back an unfortunate memory." I smirk.
"Well, It looks like that's where we'll be going today." I say, shoving a pancake down my throat.
"G-great." Seeing him so uncomfortable gives me some relief that he isn't totally lost in his head. With a breath of relief, I take another bite.