Whores Are Good For The Soul (Game Of Thrones boyxboy)

'Girls'\\1

"Asten please? The girls really want to meet you." Mela begged me as she pulled on my arm.

I looked down at my arm to only get a clear shot of her breasts. I gulped as I looked away from them to look into her grey eyes. She smiled a smile of pleading that reached her eyes. I sighed as I reluctantly nodded my head yes. She answered my nod with a squeal that hurt my ears.

We made our way through the streets of Norvos. Norvos was a busy city, especially on days like today. Today was a festival of a sort and all the shops were open which everyone always seemed to love. Mela pushed past people with no trouble while if it were me I would've been too scared to even touch a person. Once we took a step into the brothel I was attacked by women from all sides. Naked women.

"H-Hi." I stuttered as I looked at all the girls.

"Hi Asten!" They all said in unison.

I nervously laughed which caused them all to giggle. Mela gave me a helpless smile when I looked to her for help. Looking down was not a choice as every time I even tried there was nothing but breasts and smiling faces. Not knowing what to do I simply laughed nervously as the girls pulled me over to a couch to sit me down. The next hour was filled with smiling girls, nervous laughter (from me), the lessening of girls as they were called off, and inappropriate touching.

But the 'fun' part hadn't even happened and it wouldn't until almost six months after this. I soon became entangled in the life of my best, and only, friend as a whore that worked in a brothel. People had started to believe that I also worked in the brothel as the first and only male while the truth was Mela kept pulling me back to see the girls and I couldn't say no to her.
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%$##%^$# six months later %$##%^$#

"Come with us." A man said in a strange language as he grabbed me, Mela, and another girl by the name of Dilaya.

"What is this? What is happening?" I said desperately before Mela hushed me.

"We are being shipped off. The owner could not keep the brothel open any longer so he is shipping us to different brothels everywhere." She whispered.

"But I am not one of you." I whispered back.

"You were there with us. Anyone who is not a patron is thought a whore. You were not a patron." She whispered, ending the conversation.

Without any further resistance we made our way to a large ship. Everyone from the brothel were forced to the lower deck of the wooden transportation where we all met other whores from other brothels. All the girls had tear stained cheeks apart from Mela who seemed to be calm. The ship began to move only minutes after that Dilaya and another girl clutched to me as we moved.
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"And you two." The man said as he pointed at me and Mela. He, once again, spoke in a different language, making understanding him near impossible.

I had failed to pay attention so when I was pointed at for an unknown reason, I panicked. Mela looked at me and knew I could not function. She grabbed my arm which pulled me away from the girl that was clutching to me. We walked off of the ship together.

Even more panic ran through me as we were met with the eyes of strange people. Mela squeezed my hand as we followed a man's pointed finger that told us where to go. We walked down a wooden plank and were met with a man dressed in fashionably expensive clothes and a crown that symbolized he was a king.

"That is King Joffrey Baratheon. We are in King's Landing." I heard a meek voice say.

I looked over to find Dilaya standing to my left. I nodded as to tell her that I heard her. She walked closer to me and wrapped her arms around my open one. We kept walking to another man who grabbed a hold of Dilaya and Mela's shoulders then began to guide us to where we were supposed to go.

Soon we stood in front of a big building with girls peeking out of windows. An older man with grey and black hair and brown -possibly expensive- clothing. He smiled at us with open arms. He did a motion with his fingers and two girls walked to his sides, then he opened his hands as a motion to stop.

"Welcome to King's Landing." He said in the weird language.

All three of us looked at him with confused faces. None of us understood what he was saying. I even leaned over and asked Dilaya if she understood him to which she shook her head no. The girl to his right leaned over and whispered in his ear which he made an understanding facial expression.

"We need to get them lessons started. They do not understand our language." He said out loud, only making us more confused though we knew he was not speaking to us.

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Okay so to clear this up a little bit Asten, Mela, and any girl from Norvos (including Dilaya) are speaking in their native language so they understand each other while they don't understand the 'weird' language A.K.A English which is why they don't understand Petyr or the man getting them on and off the ship.

I'm pretty sure there's a story out there like this but I put what they said in 'the weird language' so you would know what they are saying. Also I don't exactly know what it's like to hear English from the perspective of someone who doesn't speak or understand it.

Anywhore (haha its funny to me) here's the first chapter of 'Whores Are Good For The Soul'. Do what you want (vote or comment or neither. Whatever you wanna do) but enjoy.