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Under My Skin (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Nov 28, 2017
Magnara was miserable. Absolutely, soul crushingly miserable. His father - the head of the Kahale tribe - was holding a very high end party in a couple of days and he didn't have a date for it. Any other bull wouldn't be too bothered, but he was the heir. He needed to be seen with a lady on his arm or people would talk. And that wouldn't be good for his reputation.
His main issue was that the other heifers of his status made him almost angry. They stuck their snouts up at everything, and were more concerned with how they looked rather than anyone else.
He hated women like that.
His only solution was to hire a lady of the night. But that felt weird. A prostitute just hanging out with him all night? He didn't like it.
"There's this one girl," one of his friends remarked, scrolling through his phone, "she does a service where she pretends to be your girlfriend for a night." He showed Magnara the Instagram and Magnara blushed. She was beautiful.
"You could buy her for the night and send her on her way?"
"Sure," Magnara sighed, typing the Instagram into his own phone, "why not."
 
Ayani made her living as something of an escort. She started this in college, it had started as a favor to a classmate, but it had blown in to a full business. She took care of herself, but nature had gifted her an already stunning form. Long, wavy hair that naturally grew a brilliant pink. It looked a bit outlandish, but the outfits she would wear offset it in a way that spoke more of classy eccentricity rather than a cheap lady of the night.
 
There wasn't really anything on the account. Like one photo set. However, clicking on it showed that it was Magnara Kahale; heir of the tribe of bovines of which she belonged.
 
She initially scowled. Of course, some pompous little rich boy. Still, the money would be good. And at the very least, he wasn’t ugly.
 
Going back to the DM, he wasn't demanding in the slightest.
"How much would it be for you to just look pretty on my arm for a night? Free food, free booze, and all you have to do is smile."
 
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"Right I'm sorry."
"The party starts at 6pm and ends at midnight."
"But if you would like to leave any earlier, that's acceptable."
 
“That’s easy, I’m sure a handsome man like yourself will be very pleasant company. Since you’re being so generous with meal and drink, I’ll cut the rate down to $250/hr. Normal rate is $350 🐮❤️”
 
"How do you accept payment?"
"The party is black tie, before I forget."
"And if you find it acceptable, I can pick you up."
 
She sent him an address, not her home but a safe pick up spot. She moved to get a slimming black dress, and matching heels with a nice necklace, and a few simple yet elegant bracelets.
 
Not long after, a car pulled up beside her. Magnara stepped out - a good foot and a half taller than her even in heels - and he smiled softly at her.
"Thank you, again, for taking pity on me."
 
“I never pity my clients.” She said with a smile and a small, respectful bow as she moved towards him.
 
"That isn't necessary, but I appreciate it nonetheless." He said before offering his hand, "May I escort you?"
 
He took her to the passenger's seat, opening the door for her and waiting for her to be comfortable before shutting the door. He got behind the wheel and drove to his mansion, taking the back driveway to avoid all the guests.
 
She looked around at all the opulence, trying not to look awestruck. “Very nice area.” She casually remarked.
 
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