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⤷ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩. 𝟎𝟏

"You've got a customer coming in an hour."

My head perks up at Madame Juliette, the manager of our whole...organization. If that's what you'd call it. To be honest, I'm only really doing this for a quick buck. Prices in Mondstadt have hiked up since Stormterror and suddenly Sara is charging me 50 extra Mora for a jar of jam. So when I saw an advertisement for this line of work and the pay, I thought "Why not?"

It's certainly been an experience.

Essentially I please people for money. Hold on, let me explain. I don't usually see people I recognize, surprisingly. We mostly get foreigners from Liyue or Snezhnaya surprisingly so I don't have to worry about seeing somebody that knows me here in Mondstadt. We did see Huffman and Stanley here once which was awkward as hell. Thank God I didn't get picked by them.

Here's how it works. Madame Juliette meets with the customers up front and discuss prices. It's the usual—1,250 Mora per hour, 3,500 for 3 hours, and 15,000 for the whole night. Of course prices are negotiable if the customer can haggle right. But Madame Juliette is quite persistent on prices and getting her money's worth. Some of the women here (along with me) joke that she's the Mondstadt version of Ningguang.

"Why're the prices so high for some lowly prostitutes?" somebody would complain to her occasionally.

"My girls get their money's worth. And the only thing I think is lowly is you trying to speak ill of them," she'd reply in that rich tone of her voice she bore when dealing with prices.

"They're all sluts. Sleeping for money—disgusting." the customer spat.

"Precisely. They take part in sexual intercourse and earn money for it. And you'd like to as well except you're losing money. That is why you're here, isn't it? To sleep with one if them while paying for my evening dinner?"

The customer left shortly after that.

Madame Juliette is truly something, isn't she?

"I have a customer?" I replied to her, setting down the boxes I had been carrying. They were a shipment of exotic plants from Sumeru and we were planning to decorate the lobby with them.

"Yup." she replies.

"When are they coming?"

"Hour or two. But best be prepared an hour before. Oh, why I am saying this? You obviously already know. You are at the head of your game after all," she says with a smirk.

"How long they rent me out for?" I question.

"The whole night, sweetheart. He paid quite the exquisite price. An extra 2,000 Mora. You certainly caught his eye. " Madame Juliette shows customers a photo of us taken by a Kamera.

"Jesus, so I'm fucking an inflated ego."

"Oh, hush. Not all rich men are like that."

"Yeah, but most," I retorted.

"I—true." she quickly corrects. I give her a laugh before fully sealing up the crate from Sumeru. I may or may not have opened it to take a sneak peak of what was inside. Mondstadt gets so bleak and boring sometimes that you can't help but look at new things.

"How old is the guy?" I continue questioning. If it's a rich guy older than 50 that I have to spend the whole night with, I'd like to at least know in advance.

"Hon, you know I can't disclose that information. Only gender and—"

"And how much their wallet's worth, I know. I know." I complete her sentence. She always says it to us whenever one of us gets too curious about our customer.