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  1. [Allowed] Sundew

[center [pic]][center [i [font "times new roman" [size11 [b [u Note;]] Please [b [u do not]] request into the thread other wise. This is going to be an extremely mature role play. If you are under the age of [b [u eighteen]] then you will be denied the spot all together. I'm tired of people not reading everything, so please make sure you are either [b [u eighteen]] or older, thank you.]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" Evangeline's whole life has been planned out for her. The moment she was born, her mother sold her to the black market, and she was bought as a sex slave at first. As she was growing up, she was taught the world of pleasing the men around her. If she didn't, she would end up getting lashings, and being told she wouldn't make it in the sex world at all if she didn't learn everything she was supposed too. There was one person she could trust though, and her name was Ginger. Ginger and Evangeline grew up in the same house hold together, and when they both turned eighteen was when Ginger was sold to a rich man in New York City, and that's when Evangeline was left alone again.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" When the woman turned twenty-three was when she finally up and moved. She wasn't about to let people use her, sell her, none of that. She wanted to start over new. She wanted nothing more than to make a name for herself. That's when she moved to Amsterdam and became a prostitute. It wasn't the best idea, but it was pretty much all she had known her whole life. That's when she entered the [b Red Light District]. She had seen so many women in the windows, and men stopping to look at them. Some of them paid them to go home with them and sleep with that. That's like kind of life she wanted more than anything. That's when she met [b [u Your Name Here]], and her whole world turned upside down after that.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Your Name Here]] was one of the richest men in Amsterdam, and he's the kind of person who hates seeing women throw their lives away. He walked the red light district often, and when a woman catches his eye, he ends up paying her a lot of money to get out of the prostitute game and get her life back on track. When he first laid eyes on Evangeline was when he felt like his whole life was about to change. She was beautiful, blonde, killer body, and those eyes of her's were so troubled that it broke his heart. Seeing the look in her eyes made his heart break. There was something about the blonde bombshell that drew him in right then and there. He had to fight off three other men, because they were pretty much bidding on the woman, and he couldn't let either of them win.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" When he offered his amount of money, was when Evangeline finally looked towards him. The look in his eyes somewhat scared her, but deep down she wanted nothing more than to get out of the line of business she was in. She wanted to be a normal woman, but she didn't know how too. [b [u Your Name Here]] finally out bid the other men, and Evangeline was finally his. He wasn't about to let her go back to that line of work ever again. When she came out of the building in nothing but the outfit they were told to wear, he offered her his jacket and she took it. [b [u Your Name Here]] then took the woman home, and told her that she was finally free to do whatever she pleased. She thought that meant pleasing him in anyway possible. When she tried that, the male turned her down.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Your Name Here]] explained everything to the blonde, and she finally understood. She had asked him though what it would mean if she stayed with him while she figured everything out. He promised her he wouldn't touch her, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, and he would do everything he could to gain her trust in him. What'll happen when she starts trusting him? Will they be able to work together and get her out of her line of work for good? Or will she slip back into her old ways, and go back to the windows and having men bid on her, and touching her in ways that only a lover should? What'll happen when [b [u Your Name Here]] realizes he's falling in love with Evangeline? Will Evangeline return the male's feelings, or will she be too wrapped up in what she knows to let someone in like that? You'll never know unless you join, [b [u Red Light District]].]]]

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[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u The cast of Red-Light District.]]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Evangeline Masters; Taken]]]]][center [pic]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Male; Taken]]]]]

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[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Some information you need to know.]]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Red-Light District;]]]]][center [i [font "times new roman" an area or district in a city in which many houses of prostitution are located.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" De Wallen is the largest and best known red-light district in Amsterdam. It consists of a network of alleys containing approximately three hundred one-room cabins rented by prostitutes who offer their sexual services from behind a window or glass door, typically illuminated with red lights and blacklight. Window prostitution is the most visible and typical kind of red-light district sex work in Amsterdam.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" A red-light district or pleasure district is a part of an urban area where a concentration of prostitution and sex-oriented businesses, such as sex shops, strip clubs, and adult theaters, are found. In most cases, red-light districts are particularly associated with female street prostitution, though in some cities, these areas may coincide with spaces of male prostitution and gay venues. Areas in many big cities around the world have acquired an international reputation as red-light districts.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" The term red-light district originates from the red lights that were used as signs for brothels. De Wallen, together with the prostitution areas Singelgebied and Ruysdaelkade, form the Rosse Buurt of Amsterdam. Of these De Wallen is the oldest and largest area. It is one of the city's major tourist attractions and the government of Amsterdam is examining ways to limit tourist numbers.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u How does it work?]]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" When you’re walking down the narrow streets of the RLD, you will already notice women appearing behind their windows in the early afternoon, but the busiest and most interesting time to go “window shopping” is from around 11 pm onward. The red light above the windows indicates that a woman is currently available. You will also see some windows with curtains shut and the red light turned off: it sort of speaks for itself, doesn’t it? You might also notice windows with a blue light instead of a red one. This means that the person behind the glass is transgender or transvestite.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" There are around 400 such vitrines in Amsterdam, so you can imagine that the competition is fierce. Some of the women try to attract customers by wearing outfits that are more sophisticated than lingerie, while some of them adopt a more proactive approach by knocking on the glass, waving and encouraging the passers-by to come closer.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" Once a man is interested, he knocks on the door and that’s where the negotiation part begins. Most of the women work independently, so they have the freedom to choose what they offer, for how long, and how much they charge. Usually it costs around €50 for 15-20 minutes of pleasure, but this can differ per individual. What if someone is interested in something more than the standard offer? It is not unusual in a service industry such as this that more demanding customers need to pay extra if they wish to have their demands met.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Is prostitution legal?]]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" It is in the Netherlands. Prostitution became legal in this country in 1811, and the ban on brothels was ended 14 years ago. In fact, sex workers are officially recognized in the Netherlands just as any other profession. They have their own union, can access medical care, and have to pay taxes; although, as you can imagine, the nature of the job makes it difficult to inspect the truthfulness of their income declarations.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" The sex industry in the Netherlands is heavily regulated and is generally considered fairly safe, especially in comparison to the same industry that goes on underground in other countries. Brothels need to have permits; plenty of policemen patrol the Red Light District to ensure the safety of both clients and prostitutes, and the latter need to take frequent health tests. The two things that are illegal and closely monitored are forced prostitution and underage prostitution.]]]

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[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u What I need from you.]]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" This is not going to be a first come, first serve role play. There will be talk of mature topics meaning, Sex, Drugs, and Drinking. If you can't handle that, then please don't apply for this role. I'll be looking for someone literate, meaning you'll take your time to post. So when you are applying for this role, simply send me a message titled [b [u Red Lights]], so I know you read this and the rules below. So inside of that message I would like this simple skeleton sent to me.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Picture Link {Do Not Link It} || Character Name || Character Age {Twenty-Five & Older please} || Job Title || Likes {Five Total} || Dislikes {Five Total}]]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" If I have to ask you twice for the small skeleton, and your Private Message isn't titled like I have asked, your message will be deleted, and your character will be over looked. Yes I'm being super fucking picky with this role play, so please don't get upset with me if I ask you to change something. Now please make sure to read everything inside of this thread. If you request into the thread before I tell you, you will be denied, period. Now onto the rules.]]]

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[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u The rules of Red-Light District.]]]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u First-]] The pictures are going to be real. None of the over used shit either. If it's too big, I will ask you to resize it to a smaller size. If you can't find one to your liking, simply message me and ask me for help. I would be more than happy to help you look, or edit your picture for you. Just don't get mad at me, if I ask you to change/edit it.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Second-]] Romance will might be a big part of this story, but not at first. Just like in real life you have to work up to it. It's not a love at first sight type of thing. Cybering is a no on this site, if you want to keep the story line going, then we can move this to e-mail, or just skip it all together. That won't happen for awhile though, so we won't need to talk about that right away.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Third-]] Joining and then ditching is a no. If you don't like where this role play is going, simply message me and we can plot something out. Or if you are simply bored of it, and don't want to do it anymore, simply message me and tell me. I won't be mad if you get tired of it. Just if you join and then never post, is when I will be slightly annoyed with you. So please, at least talk to me about leaving the thread.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Forth-]] Plot twists is a must. I love plotting things out, and see where we want it to go. It's not that hard to become my friend either. So if you have something in mind, and wanna run it by me, all you gotta do is message me and be like [b 'Hey! I have an idea, and I just wanted to see what you thought about it!']. Because honestly I will do the same thing to you, so don't be surprised if you get messages from me about ideas.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Fifth-]] Stealing this idea is a no. It's something that's important to me. If I see anything like it, or someone stealing the main idea I will make it known you stole it from me. I have worked hard on this idea, and if you like it that much, ask me if you can borrow it. Just make sure to give me the credit for it. I will most likely say yes to letting you borrow it, as long as you ask me first.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Sixth-]] Posting. I know we all have lives outside of this site. I work full time, and sometimes on my day's off I'm not always on until later that night. So if you need a couple of days to post, I'm okay with that. If you are gonna be gone for a week or two, please let me know because if you don't, then I'll think you ditched out on me. I will do the same thing for you as well. If I can't post, or having a hard time I will make sure to let you know.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Seventh-]] We can talk about this having and ending, or we can keep it long going. I really don't mind what we do. We can always add in more characters down the line as well. I'm more than happy to double up as a male as long as you double up as a female. Right now though, I think it'll be better if we just stick with the two main characters. See where we go, and if we need to add in more characters we can. I can play up to four at one time, but that's my limit. I can't play more than that.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Eighth-]] Please for the love of God don't message me over and over asking when I'm gonna post. That's something I really hate, and it get's on my nerves when that happens. I like to take time on my posts, and I like to make sure it's the way I want it. If you see me online, I'm most likely working on my post, and making sure it's done right. If I take two weeks to post, that's when you can message me and ask what's going on. Other than that, do not bug me to post, and I will not bug you to post either.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Ninth-]] I love details inside of my role play's. I can post well over 1,000 words. Yes I said 1,000 words. That's only if I have the right partner, and if I have a lot in my head for a post. For this story though I'm only looking for about 500-600 words a post. If I need to put a posting limit I will. Anything less than that, and I will lose interest, or it'll take me longer to post because I don't have anything to work off of. So please don't make me put a posting limit.]]]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Tenth-]] Now that I'm done sounding like a total bitch, I want this to be enjoyable for the both of us. That's what writing is about anyway. Having fun, and making something beautiful together. So please enjoy writing with me, and let's make something amazing, and see where this will lead.]]]


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[font "times new roman" As the numbers rose Evangeline's heart raced. The male she had locked eyes with seemed to be bidding pretty high. As the male called out his last bid, and no one else did Dominick closed off the bidding, and her light shut off. She bit the inside of her cheek as she moved out from behind the window and stepped down. One of the other's were standing there her arms crossed. [b "You lucky bitch. That man that out bid everyone, he's always doing that for women like us. I used to be one of his girls"] she said lightly. Evangeline cocked her head to the side, and was about to speak when the woman shoved past her, and took her spot.]

[font "times new roman" This wasn't how her night was supposed to go. She was glad he had out bid everyone else, but what was his deal? Was the black haired woman lying, or telling her the truth? She didn't know. Either way she was done for the night already. She made her way back to her dressing room, or at least that's how she liked to think of it as. She then change into a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt. She might as well change now and then whenever she got to wherever she was going, she would change into something more [i comfortable] so to speak. She packed up her things and placed them in the draw string bag she carried with her, and then walked out of the dressing room. She heard people whispering behind her, and that seemed to piss her off.]

[font "times new roman" She shoved those thoughts aside and walked out the front doors right when she heard her bidder's voice. [b When do I get to see her?"] she hadn't heard the other part, and she was somewhat thankful for that. Dominick smirked and nodded towards the blonde. [b [i "She's right there. She does like it rough, but she's a fighter as well. So make sure you know how to handle her"]] he said. He then turned to the blonde and winked at her. [b [i "I think I'll keep you around longer, if I can get men like him here every night, you will be the best woman I have"]] he said. He grabbed the brief case and ducked into the house, leaving the two alone.]

[font "times new roman" She sighed lightly as she slid the draw string bag onto her shoulder and then wrapped her arms around herself. She was somewhat cold, but she wasn't about to tell him that. She turned her ice blue eyes to the male a small smile passing over her lips. [#cb4154 "Sorry about that greedy bastard.. But when he gets large amounts of money, he doesn't think straight"] she said lightly. She didn't know why she was standing up for him, but she was. She then lowered her eyes to the ground and took a breath. The silence was somewhat getting to her, and feeling the other men's eyes on her was making her slightly more nervous. What was wrong with her?]

[font "times new roman" She'd never been that way before with anyone else. There was something different about this male, and she wanted to know what it was. She looked up slowly cocking her head to the side. [#cb4154 "Why don't we get out of here, and get this over and done with. You paid a pretty penny for me, so I'm pretty much yours for whatever you desire"] she said lightly. She let her words hang between them, as she waited to see where they would be going. If anywhere at all.]
  dιѕтrιcт / ButterflyRose / 1d 4h 12m 18s
[size12 Tonight was like any other night for Scott. He was walking the Red-Light District, eyeing each woman that was available from the window. He wouldn't lie, they were all beautiful in their own special way. He was just looking for something specific. If it was someone on the outside looking in, they would think he was a pervert for coming here every night. If it was someone that personally knew Scott and allowed him to explain, they would probably consider him some sort of saint.

See, Scott was an extremely wealthy man. Actually, the wealthiest man in Amsterdam. He was the CEO of his late father's company, Vasquez Corporation of Amsterdam. Their company was known for their marketing of top notch business'. They performed marketing ads, went on business trips to promote their products, it was a lot. At first, Scott didn't want to inherit the family business. He wanted to move out of Amsterdam and start his own life. He had a childhood love that he planned to marry and have children with until she passed away, leaving him with an ugly scar. Instead of dreading upon it, he decided to help out women that were also in her career field. So, here he was. The Red Light District. Using those company funds for something good.

He stopped abruptly when the red light came on and the curtains opened to reveal a woman that wasn't like any of the others. She was downright beautiful with her blonde locks and perfect bodice. He was honestly speechless and when their eyes met, something inside him felt like it ticked again. His hand went up as he called out his number, [b "Four thousand,"] He was already a bit behind from the numbers being called out.

"Four thousand and fifty!" Another man shouted.

"Five thousand!"

"Six thousand!"

They really wanted her but, so did Scott. There was more to her than just a body that is used for pleasure. He could see that through the glass.

[b "Twelve thousand."] Scott finally threw out. He was ready to get these games over with and he smiled to himself when silence drew over the crowd. He'd won and lucky for him, he didn't even have to use his whole twenty thousand he carried during these nights.

He had bid on a few women before and won them. He never actually slept with them. Instead, he'd set them free. If they needed a place, he'd offer his own. If they needed help finding a job, he'd assist them. He'd do whatever it took to save these women from the life they lead. Some would continue on the right path to success and giving themselves the life they deserve. Others would succeed for a few short months and then return to the window. The look of disappointment both parties would share if he stumbled across them again would forever be imprinted in their minds.

He did have one rule when it came to this; if they returned to their work, he would never bid on them again. He gave them an out once, he wasn't about to forfeit so much cash and time if they weren't going to commit. He had everything they could possibly want and they wouldn't even need to sell their bodies to him for it. He didn't mean to sound cold, he just needed to limit his own self. He still had a company to run and his reputation to uphold.

"Sold!" Someone from the front called out and he could hear the literal disappointment from the other men that had bid on her. He didn't even know her name and that was okay. She was safe now and he was pleased the other scumbags didn't get her.

The crowd dispersed and he stepped up with his briefcase. There was a man standing there, eyes looking hungry to see the large sum of cash Scott had promised. He hiked his leg up and balanced the suitcase on his thigh. He popped open the locks and slowly opened the case up. He noticed the eyes nearly shoot out of his skull and his hand went to touch the bills but Scott slammed the case shut. He handed it over to the man, [b "Twelve thousand, as I had bid. When do I get to see her?"]

He wasn't trying to rush, he just felt he needed to get out of there. He never liked to stick around long after he had bid on a woman. He wasn't dressed like most men there. He wore an overly expensive black peacoat with black dress pants and a white button-up shirt. Others that attended these nightly escapades wore tore up jeans with dirty shirt. Their breath stunk of cheap whiskey and cigarettes, their wedding rings tucked into their pockets. It was disgusting to Scott but, lucky for him, he wouldn't be here long. He'd bought his woman and it was only a matter of minutes before he left this place.
  . | scott vasquez | . / sundew / 6d 7h 54m 27s
[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Five Years Ago.]]]]]

[font "times new roman" The room smelled of booze, and stale cigarette smoke, and it turned the eighteen year old's stomach. This was the first time she was alone with a so called [i client]. Her heart was racing, and the outfit she had chosen for the night didn't seem to suit her at all. That's when the door opened, and her [i client] walked into the room. He was a tall man, with a handsome face, and those hands she wanted nothing more than to be on her already. She batted her light grey eyes at the male as she leaned back into the chair, and crossed her legs. She saw the way his eyes moved down her body, and to her crossed legs. Just that look made her heart flutter. [b "How old are you?"] he asked her, finally breaking the silence.]

[font "times new roman" [#cb4154 "I just turned eighteen about six months ago. I was told you liked your workers young, but not to the point of getting you thrown into jail"] she said lightly. The male smirked a bit as he moved over to the desk, and he leaned against it crossing his arms over his chest. [b "You are in deed correct about that. How many men have you been with? Or did the man that took you in from the black market, not let you around many?"] The blonde woman was slightly surprised at all of his questions, but she kept her cool about it. Was he trying to scare her or something? Or was he just a curious mind? Whatever the reason, she wasn't about to let him down at all.]

[font "times new roman" [#cb4154 "I've been trained on how to please a man, and in all honesty this is the first time I'm alone with someone else. I normally have another woman with me, but Dominick thought it was the perfect time for me to try this whole thing alone."] she breathed out. The male nodded lightly, he seemed to like her answer. He moved around the desk and sat in the huge chair. He then beckoned her over to him. [b "This is going to be the real test. Show me what you've been taught, and I'll think about buying you for good"] he said. That made the woman's heart race inside of her chest. This was really happening right now. She pushed herself up and moved towards him.]

[font "times new roman" When she was right in front of him, she let the male make the first move. That's what's been drilled into her brain for the longest time. Let the man, or men make the first move. Let them touch you, excite you, and then you can work your own magic on them. [b "I hope Dominick warned you that I like it rough. I do tend to leave bruises on my slaves, and make them do things you wouldn't even think was possible"] he breathed out. The woman nodded lightly and bit the inside of her cheek. [#cb4154 "He had warned me yes, and I'm more than willing to do anything it takes to please you"] she nearly whispered. [b "That's my girl"] he said and grabbed her wrist.]

[font "times new roman" He wasn't too hard with her just then, but she was preparing for it anyway. The male pulled her into his lap, and what she felt there made her heart race, and her cheeks flare up. She hadn't had someone so well built like him. The feeling of his hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she locked her eyes on his letting him get used to the feel of her body. He leaned over and brushed her hair away from her neck, and pressed his lips to the hollow part of her neck. He then bit down as it marking what was his. That's when he started getting rough with her. He gripped her hips and pushed himself up against her, the feeling was something new for the woman, and she didn't know how to feel about it.]

[font "times new roman" As the male undressed her, and himself along the way she knew this wasn't right. She heard the male open a drawer and pull out a knife. [#cb4154 "What the hell are you doing?"] she asked. The male looked at her and smirked a bit. [b "What? Dominick didn't tell you I'm into blood play? Bondage? Everything you haven't been trained to do yet?"] he asked. She shook her head, and tried to get away from the male. He wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned forward whispering into her ear. [b "I mark what's mine, so that way men won't try and take what's not theirs. Don't worry Dominick will get a pretty penny for you"] he said, and then bit down onto her neck.]

[font "times new roman" She felt the tip of the blade on her back, and she winced as he sliced it down her back. Then he moved the blade up her right shoulder, and that's when she let out a scream. The door flew open and Dominick was in the room pulling the blonde away from Rodney. She was thrown onto the floor and she didn't see anything else that happened. She gathered up her things, and ran out of the room blood running down her back, leaving small droplets as she ran out of the room, and hopefully away from the nightmare she was almost sold into.]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u Present Day.]]]]]

[font "times new roman" It's been five years since the woman had gotten away from Dominick and his crew. She was now twenty-three and she had made the biggest move of her life. She was happier in a way. She had a nice apartment, money clear up to her ears, and a life she loved more than anything. At least that's what she's been telling herself. She didn't know what it was like to be a normal woman. She had been sold to the black market the moment she had been born. Her mother wanted the high, more than she wanted the daughter she had given birth too. Evangeline's whole life was fucked up thanks to her mother and the choice she had made.]

[font "times new roman" While she had been growing up, she was told that it was her job to please men in all ways possible. She didn't think she would have grown up becoming a sex slave, but she had. The moment she had gotten wind about Rodney, and how everyone else didn't want anything to do with him, she had told Dominick she would do it. Dominick was so power hungry, and needed the highest paying client he didn't care who he hurt. The night that Evangeline was almost branded with Rodney's so called [i markings] had been the night that Dominick knew something was off. He had just arrived when she had let out that blood curdling scream, and he went into action.]

[font "times new roman" That had also been the night she started working in strip clubs, telling Dominick that she wanted the highest paying clients, and to make sure he had done some checking into them. She had told herself she would move out of the country and start over new. She had read somewhere on the internet about the [i Red-Light District] in Amsterdam and she knew that's where she wanted to go. Took her almost five years to get here, and here she was. She sighed lightly as she looked at herself in the mirror. Tonight was going to be another bidding night. She was kind of excited, but at the same time wasn't.]

[font "times new roman" She wanted to meet someone that she could somehow click with. Someone who would take the time to talk to her, and then after they slept together she could just up and leave and go to the next highest bidder. There was a knock on her door and she turned around to face it. [#cb4154 "Door's open, come on in"] she called out. That's when her door opened and Monica walked into the room a smile on her face. [b "There's so many men out there! Some of them are really fucking yummy too! How high are you planning on going tonight?"] she asked plopping down onto the couch. Evangeline shrugged a bit and turned back to the mirror.]

[font "times new roman" [#cb4154 "Honestly, I'm not sure. I mean whomever has the most money I suppose. But that's up to Daniel anyway. He's the one who does all of the bidding"] she said with a small laugh. Monica rolled her eyes and then licked her lips. [b "God I would love to feel that man inside of me, but he doesn't sleep with his hired employees. I'm thinking about leaving this place after tonight, and taking him with me. Or at least trying to get him to sleep with me. I wanna go back home and see momma and daddy"] the other admitted. The two talked awhile longer while Evangeline got ready for the night. About an hour later she was changed, and her hair was done.]

[font "times new roman" Tonight's choice of outfit was a pair of black lacy panties, and a matching bra. The heels she slipped onto her feet matched it perfectly. Monica was already to go, and the two went out into the hallway and made their way to their so called [i windows]. She could hear Daniel talking, and her heart hammered against her chest. [#cb4154 "Here we go. I'll see you tomorrow boo"] she said and blew the other a kiss. Monica then dipped out, and the blonde stepped up to the window. She then slipped behind the curtain's and waited for them to open up. As they did she posed, and looked out at the crowd in front of her.]

[font "times new roman" Monica hadn't been lying. Tonight was going to be interesting. [b "Gentleman, I would like to tell you a little bit this little blonde bombshell here. She's spunky, and a down to earth woman. I've been told she gives mind blowing sex, and honestly she's one of the best one's here. I know a lot of you can tell me that I'm right. Tonight the bidding will be starting at two thousand and fifty dollars"] he said. Shit she hadn't been that high in forever, and it felt good when she heard the men start throwing out numbers. She kept repositioning herself, letting the men get an eye full as Daniel kept taking bids. Her eyes moved to one of the men in the crowd and her heart skipped a beat.]

[font "times new roman" He wasn't that much older than she was, and he was a new face. At least to her he was. Men were still shouting out numbers, and apart of her hoped the new face would bid. She wasn't going to get her hopes up though. She smiled a bit, as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, getting whistles from the men in return. She kept it up waiting to see who the lucky male was going to be taking her home for the evening.]
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