"May I know WHEN you are here? So I can come and see you?"

He blushes. "Oh, okay. it's written on my profile."

"There are profiles?" I ask him.

"Yes, everyone has profiles. Even you must have it. And the data you give, the data is there. Someone has a lot. SOmene even has their picture there.

But other's only have their sexual preference.

Well, never mind. Back to the question. I'm here on Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. From five pm to usually ten pm.

Ehm, it's different every time. It depends on whether I get picked or not. If I get picked early on and I'm tired, I just go home.

If I'm not tired, I wait if someone else wants me. And if no one wants me, I just go away."

"Did it happen? That no one wanted you?"

"Well, once. But then one of the workers said they'll have a round with me so I'm not sad and just gave me money to hand."

"I see." I nod. "do you get picked a lot?"

"I don't know what's a lot. I'm not the most popular one. That's Sparkle. He's here everyday and get multiple people a day. He is also more expensive.

You can higher your prices once you get more customers.

Yeah, he must have so much money."

"Yes, but he's also used a lot." I frown.

Soren looks away. "Do you think I'm dirty?" he asks me.

"No, of course not. I shouldn't have said that. That was judgmental. I just think it's better to have less clients and maybe someone you already know.

I ... well, it's not my business."

"But the more people you have, the more money you have."

"Do you need money?" I ask him.

"I should go." He gets up from the bed and starts dressing up.

"Can I go see you again?"

"That is up to you, but I might be taken."

"Oh, ... can I book you then?" I ask him.

"Book me?"

"Well, yes. So I know you won't be taken. And you will know, you'll get paid for the day."

"I guess you can do that?" he frowns and thinks. "you have to ask at the front desk."

"Should we go there together."

"But you're naked and you have your things here."

"Don't worry." I dress up quickly and take a shot of the champagne.

I give him the bottle of water and his mask.

I take the champagne glass with me. Since I paid for it. I put my mask on.

"Let's go together, if you can walk." I chuckle, "and here." I give him 10 euro, "your tip."

"No it's okay."

"It's only ten euro Soren."

"Well, that will pay for my meal for a day." He smiles. He only pays 10 euro for all his meals? Oh my god.

"Oh. Good to know." Is he like poor? Really poor? What is that 3 euro per one meal? What do you buy with that?

*

We walk to the receptionist. I pay for the night with my debit card.

"I have a question about this worker." I say.

"Is there any problem with him?"

"No. I want to book him for the next time. If it's possible. I can pay extra."

"Ehm, yes that is possible. You have to pay four euro extra." She nods.

"Not a problem. So, when then? Tuesday?" I look at Soren.

"If you want."

"Tuesday at seven?"

"Okay." his eyes look down. "Type in Tuesday at seven. Number sixty nine. I'll be here. Ehm, can I pay the four euro after?"

"Of course." The receptionist says.

I walk Soren a bit aside. "I'm going then." I say. "thank you for the night. I can't wait to see you again."

"Really?"

"Yes." And he won't see any other people in between.