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Name: Webby, no last name to give.
Age: 34
Height: 5'"6
Weight: 290lbs
Gender: Obviously female
Body Type: Curves in all the right places to tantalize the eye.
Species: Hippo
Eyes: Overcast blue.
Hair: Shoulder length wavy black hair that is often worn as if she has just gotten out of bed.
Piercings: Ears, nipples, clitoris (though no longer bothers wearing anything there unless asked to).
Scent: Sweet lotus petals cut with the stench of sweat, and sex.
Sexuality: Bi with a male preference, but shes a professional and will be whatever sexuality she is paid to be.
Sub/Dom: Switch, much like sexuality she is whatever the client asks for.
Occupation: Whore.
Likes: Money, simple jobs, making people want her, flirting, drinking, smoking, gambling, making virgins blush, clothes, jewelry, perfume, painting, art, sailors, sex.
Dislikes: Customers who don't know their place, the color white, being pursued romantically, anyone who hurts her friends, magic, royalty.
Life Goals: Own her own brothel, Die old, Never fall in love.
Possessions: Notebook to keep track of clients and rates, coin purse, fan, cigarette holder.
Pro: Seductive, friendly, caring, helpful, motherly, funny, relaxed, hardworking.
Con: Crass, blabber mouth, rude, suspicious, temperamental.
Phobias: Poison, Enslavement, Falling in love, Death.
Quirks:
Never carries a tab or lets anyone carry a tab with her. All transactions are paid half up front, and if you're her friend you will never force her to remind you of that.
Turns down married customers. She will not be at the sharp end of an angry wive's meat clever.
Tosses a coin in every wishing well she passes.
Never celebrates birthdays.
Refers to herself as a whore, never a companion, escort, or courtesan.
Doesn't bother wearing underwear unless asked to by a client.
Never has sex outside of work.
__A Tale__The earliest memory the girl could remember was being alone on the cold street when it was raining.
The next memory was working in Madam Trailani's brothel as a cleaning girl. Watching all the pretty woman whisper pretty nothings into pretty men's ears. She and the other cleaning girls would watch and whisper and laugh at their silly games, until they were older and one by one become a part of them.
Except the girl, she was never asked to take place, only if rooms were clean. She was told she was to fat, to short, to hairless, to forward; and not long after she started to believe it. Yet the girl still watched, still listened to the other woman, learning their tricks, their skills, their techniques... Until one day a man, half drunk to death, pointed at the girl while she was cleaning the floor, asking for her in his bed.
Trailani tried to talk him out of it, but the man insisted and his money was good, so the girl was given to him in a room. The girl was scared to death, but she smiled and disrobed like she had seen the other do a hundred times before. It was... awkward, sometimes painful, sometimes loud, sometimes scary, but the girl remembered what she had seen and tried her best with what she could do.
When it was over she left, no one congratulated her or accepted her, instead she was given a bucket and sent back to work.
A few days later, the man returned with a sack of gold and asked not for the favorite woman, not for the newest woman, not for the cheapest woman, but for the cleaning girl.
And the cleaning girl met him, accepted his coin and disappeared into a back room with a smile. The next day two men appeared and asked for the cleaning girl; and the day after that five men came for her. To everyone's surprise it seemed the cleaning girl they thought was a girl, was actually a woman. Not that mattered, the cleaning girl no longer cared what people thought she was.
Because now she knew what she was; and she was the best they had ever had.
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