Kitty Gang Jiminism 101

The Boredom of Brothels

Present Day

*** Breaking News ***

This evening Choi Jaeseok was found dead in his home, just hours before he was supposed to cast his vote in favor of the Children's Patriation Statute. A diligent representative, loving husband, and a father of three patriated children himself, this comes as a devastating shock to our nation.

The man appears on the screen in front of the flashing lights of reporters.

With much of our country in squalor, it is our duty to place the nation's children in loving homes where they can have the support to grow into fine upstanding citizens.

The talking heads reappear.

Sources from The National Assembly assured us just moments ago that the Children's Patriation Statute is expected to go through as planned in honor of Choi Jaeseok's tireless efforts on behalf of our nation's children. He will be missed.

A memorial picture of Choi Jaeseok flashes across the screen.

***

Staring up at the television from his place at the bar, Jimin snorts.

Loving husband... if people only knew the shit he talked about his wife in the privacy of Jimin's room. And those kids of his were shipped off to a boarding school the minute they were in his custody. The Children's Patriation Statute that Choi fought so hard for was a front to legitimize taking people at younger ages to put them where the government saw fit. Jimin was proof enough of that. The talking heads were wrong though. With the passing of Choi Jaeseok, many of his fellow representatives would be afraid to appear this evening, much less vote on the statute, the cowards.

Still, life goes on for those left alive to live it.

For the past half hour, Jimin's been stirring his cocktail with feigned disinterest while he observes a man sitting anxiously across the bar. Normally, Jimin would send such a low caliber man on his way, but after hearing such good news, Jimin is feeling friendly.

As the only high-end brothel in town, every man that comes in is Narcissus looking for Jimin to be the Echo in their cups. In a lot of ways, the design of Rêve dans un rêve reminds Jimin of himself. In the back, hallways wind, inefficient and confusing, to private rooms lit by the soft flickering orange light of ornate lamps. Messy, yet warm, like the corridors of his mind. The opulence, the lavishness of the client areas, is an outward reference to how their clients want to view themselves.

With the new ones he likes to observe first, to see what emotions run across their faces as they sit waiting. Once he's figured them out and he detects just enough gleam in their eye he will approach and reflect their wants in his words and actions. Jimin knows anyone the man could be waiting on is already there.

After he's fielded them for the first time, he runs a background check on them. Then, and only then, will he allow them time with the other escorts. The more difficult ones he either keeps to himself or denies service altogether. It was the way Madame Mun did it before him and it's the way he'll continue on.

Presently, he catches the eye of the nervous man and reels him in with an inviting smile, a technique that he'd learned from his first days of training. Make them feel grateful for your attention. Jimin allows him to get comfortable on the barstool beside him before speaking.

"Is this your first time here, sweetheart?"

"Yes," the man says with a wavering voice. His eyes dart around the room.