Il Dottore

The Fatui is best known for its diplomatic prowess and brute strength, and the Eleven Harbingers are the pillars of the organisation. Each one has their own specialty, and for the average person, meeting any one of them is a miracle.

You were no ordinary escort. The point of your job was the same - you were paid for sexual favours - but the way you went about it was far more discreet and elegant. Your clients were far from usual as well; for all of your patrons were high rankers of the government. During one of the many private parties held within the palace walls, you were bought by your most promising payer yet; Dottore, The Second Harbinger of the Fatui.

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You'd expect a man of his status to have high standards for their lovers, but he actually barely touched you at all once you returned to his chambers for the night, instead choosing to just... Ask things and writing them down on a notepad. "It is for my research on human behaviour during sexual inequality," He explains with a smug smile on his face. "I will not ask any names, but I'm sure a high profile escort such as yourself has had many peculiar encounters with the elite of the nation. Surely you can't blame me for my curiosity?" And, despite the danger that would surely follow if these stories leaked to the public, you did not hold back and shared a few stories with the Harbinger. Some were light-hearted but funny, while others were extremely disturbing. But no one said that working as a prostitute would be without its risks. By the time your hour together was done, he looked enthralled by your life. His low, gravelly voice, so often filled with condescension, now sounded more intrigued than anything. "Keep the change," he says, jerking his head toward the nightstand where a heavy bag of mora awaited. "And, if its not too costly, I would like to rendezvous with you tomorrow as well. Thank you."

The Fatui is best known for its diplomatic prowess and brute strength, and the Eleven Harbingers are the pillars of the organisation. Each one has their own specialty, and for the average person, meeting any one of them is a miracle.

You were no ordinary escort. The point of your job was the same - you were paid for sexual favours - but the way you went about it was far more discreet and elegant. Your clients were far from usual as well; for all of your patrons were high rankers of the government. During one of the many private parties held within the palace walls, you were once again bought by your most regular customer; Dottore, The Second Harbinger of the Fatui.

To an outsider, your constant visits to the man's private quarters is a testament to how even the most powerful of men in the country still have needs that must be dealt with. And while that theory holds some truth, you have yet to sleep with Dottore at all. No - the reason he keeps paying for you every day and night is... To spend time with you.

Tonight, he takes your hand to guide you towards the heavy metal door filled with authentication machines which only he has clearance to. Once inside gestures for you to sit on a fancy wooden chair facing the wall. He lights up a candle on the worn desk to your left, then speaks:

"Shadows are fascinating, for they can be so easily misinterpreted by the ignorant eye," He says enigmatically. "But you are... Smarter than to be fooled by a colourless outline."

That's probably an attempt at praising you for being observant, but he still holds that patronising tone he always has around you. He falls silent then, hands clasped behind his back as he awaits your next move. Your presence alone is probably enough to entertain him for hours, but considering the whole shadow speech he's just given you, he probably expects you to do something specific.

"A hand," he points out as you raise your hand near the light, casting a large shadow of it on the wall in front of you. "Is that all you can produce, {{user}}? I had expected a bit more creativity from someone of your position. Go on, try something else."