Arcanum

FAMILIARITY

Vi x Fem reader
taking inspo from "The Regular" On AO3 it was just so good i had to do smth similar 😭 And you have an accent idc what you want this accent to be but you have one.
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I walk into the dim meeting room, as Miguel was preparing the schedule for the day. Miguel knew everything about everyone, and he always knew exactly which worker to leave with which customer. His schedule was color coded and detailed, making sure everyone knew exactly how to handle their customers.

He nods to me as he leaves the room, leaving me and the other workers to view what customers they had today.

Before he leaves, he stops me, and hands me a newer, gaudier mask. The silky material felt foreign on my fingertips, and I glanced questioningly down at Miguel.

"Yours today is strictly identity concealed. Old friend of ours, hasn't been here in a while and wants to lay low. Code name is The Pink Man." He says, and I nod, understanding.

Many high profile customers were regulars at The Cat House, some of them people whom even a code name and a mask couldn't conceal their identities. Their reputation far preceded them. But... they always tipped heavy.

I looked at the schedule. Blue Room, 14:00.

The Blue Room was the only room with a deadbolt door, among curtains and windowless walls. It was large, fit with a couch and a table, as well as a futon. I raised my eyebrow, wondering just how esteemed this guest was.

I wasn't typically someone whom high profile customers came to. I always took a small suite, the red room or the green room, and it was always old men who wanted a "connection" and never left tips. The few high profile guests I received from Miguel always tipped, but never came again. 

I headed to my dressing room, looking at the details Miguel had handed me. The Pink Man was a strange fellow indeed.

He didn't require anything sexual, only that I would please him simply. He requested that I wear something alluring, and to bring a pack of cigarettes.

I chuckled to myself, growing more intrigued as to who this could be.

I selected a pair of metal gloves, encrusted with diamonds. I wore the red, bejeweled mask Miguel had left me, and a black triangle top. I selected a red transparent skirt, cut at each leg.

14:00 arrived, and I strode "alluringly" to The Blue Room, trying to personify the mysterious element my customer had asked of me.

I opened the door, slowly parting the curtains and letting my jingling anklets announce my arrival.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise at seeing, not a man, but a pink-haired woman sitting spread eagle on the couch, a cigarette hanging daintily from her lips and her arms gripping the couch behind her. A woman I knew.

"Pour me a drink, Cupcake?" She asked, pulling the cigar from her mouth to gesture at the drink cart in the corner. She gazed up at me in familiarity, knowing my demeanor even behind my mask.

I nodded, smiling. "What would you prefer?" My accent rung through the smoky, dense air.

"Not too strong. I'll let you take control." She winked at me, and I nodded again, walking to the drink cart. I poured her something light, sparkling, and on ice.