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Poppy
Star
- Joined
- Sep 5, 2017
It was a beautiful evening up on the Plate, the showing of the popular play Loveless soon to be finished. The show ran twice a day, and she did her best to be there for intermission and for the departure of guests. With the popularity of the stage play, it ran 365 days a year to mostly sold out showings .This sort of play brought forth plenty of couples, wishing to see the tragic tale of the Goddess and the two heroes she must choose between. Which meant that the men, looking to be romantic, generally made sure that she herself had a sold out showing of flowers.
The brunette woman was just in her twenties, and was in the bloom of her youth. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail twist, a knotted bow with a materia orb resting on the top. The materia orb shone and sparkled, a unique shade of green, the same as her eyes. Aerith had taken to selling her flowers for a mere 1 gil each in an attempt to earn a living for herself and her adopted mother. Naturally, Elmyra forbade her from going to the plate. But Aerith figured what her mother didn’t know couldn’t hurt the elderly woman.
Aerith was dressed in pink, a tight dress with a sweetheart neckline buttoned from the swell of her C cup breasts to mid thigh. The rest of the fabric hung open to mid calf. The maroon short sleeved half jacket was unbuttoned, framing her cleavage and accentuating it. She wore thick, heavy dingy brown boots that were comfortable enough to support her twice daily walk from Sector 5 to the Plate. Without a Shinra ID, it was impossible for her to ride on the train. The petite girl had to be certain to keep a good distance away from Shinra HQ, the de facto rulers of Midgar, unless she wished to be trapped there again.
The last Cetra however, had come up with a new way to earn money. Aerith wanted to move her small family out of Midgar, away from the smog and pollution, to any one of the small villages that flanked the big city. Out there, with the fresh air and sunshine, it seemed to be a world full of infinite possibilities. She herself had never been out of the city, but it was her greatest desire. And at selling her flowers for a reasonable 1 gil each, it would take 10 lifetimes to have the funds to move. But the dark haired girl had come to a business decision that would earn her money quicker: She would sell her private “flower”, thus charging more and being able to leave quicker.
Instead of waiting outside the front of the theater, she waited in the dark alley beside of it. She was hoping to attract the attention of any passersbys that were single and unattached. Perhaps their date didn’t work out, and instead of leaving the show angry, Aerith could be of service to them. She had gotten the idea from the Honey Bee Inn, but lacked the courage to try to work in the slums in such a manner. What if one of the customers knew her mother, and reported back to her? That would be a humiliation she wasn’t too sure she or her mother could survive. Instead, with being a free agent selling her body on the Plate, she could make her own way into the world.
Aerith had been offering her special flower for sale for a reasonable 150 gil a use. She offered her mouth and pussy to a customer, allowing them to choose. Already, her reputation had to be spreading as the previous day, she had a line waiting in the darkened alley to take her while she bent over an air conditioning unit. Aerith always forced the men to wear a condom in order to help keep her clean and fresh for the next use. And if a man should cum in her mouth, she always spit it out and attempted to suck a mint before the next customer would want to sample her mouth pussy. But with the threat of rain looming in from the pollution heavy clouds that were rolling in, she wondered if any men would be there to purchase her special flower.
With the crowds milling about the main street, the show had to have left out. She felt the knot wind up her in stomach as she waited to see who would venture down the alley she occupied. The Cetra hoped that as her reputation grew, by word of mouth, men would bring their friends for a turn. She saw a tall figure enter the alley, going to hop down off of the large metal air conditioning unit that served as her station while she peddled her “wares”.
“Good evening…..would you like to buy a flower? It’s the prettiest one in Midgar, and only 100 gil for a rainy day special.” She smiled sweetly. It was hard to tell from her innocent seeming demeanor just what sort of twisted desires lurked behind that pretty face. In order to make certain her message was received the right way, she lifted the fabric of her dress. She revealed her pink and white panties, bikini style with delicate lace work.
The brunette woman was just in her twenties, and was in the bloom of her youth. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail twist, a knotted bow with a materia orb resting on the top. The materia orb shone and sparkled, a unique shade of green, the same as her eyes. Aerith had taken to selling her flowers for a mere 1 gil each in an attempt to earn a living for herself and her adopted mother. Naturally, Elmyra forbade her from going to the plate. But Aerith figured what her mother didn’t know couldn’t hurt the elderly woman.
Aerith was dressed in pink, a tight dress with a sweetheart neckline buttoned from the swell of her C cup breasts to mid thigh. The rest of the fabric hung open to mid calf. The maroon short sleeved half jacket was unbuttoned, framing her cleavage and accentuating it. She wore thick, heavy dingy brown boots that were comfortable enough to support her twice daily walk from Sector 5 to the Plate. Without a Shinra ID, it was impossible for her to ride on the train. The petite girl had to be certain to keep a good distance away from Shinra HQ, the de facto rulers of Midgar, unless she wished to be trapped there again.
The last Cetra however, had come up with a new way to earn money. Aerith wanted to move her small family out of Midgar, away from the smog and pollution, to any one of the small villages that flanked the big city. Out there, with the fresh air and sunshine, it seemed to be a world full of infinite possibilities. She herself had never been out of the city, but it was her greatest desire. And at selling her flowers for a reasonable 1 gil each, it would take 10 lifetimes to have the funds to move. But the dark haired girl had come to a business decision that would earn her money quicker: She would sell her private “flower”, thus charging more and being able to leave quicker.
Instead of waiting outside the front of the theater, she waited in the dark alley beside of it. She was hoping to attract the attention of any passersbys that were single and unattached. Perhaps their date didn’t work out, and instead of leaving the show angry, Aerith could be of service to them. She had gotten the idea from the Honey Bee Inn, but lacked the courage to try to work in the slums in such a manner. What if one of the customers knew her mother, and reported back to her? That would be a humiliation she wasn’t too sure she or her mother could survive. Instead, with being a free agent selling her body on the Plate, she could make her own way into the world.
Aerith had been offering her special flower for sale for a reasonable 150 gil a use. She offered her mouth and pussy to a customer, allowing them to choose. Already, her reputation had to be spreading as the previous day, she had a line waiting in the darkened alley to take her while she bent over an air conditioning unit. Aerith always forced the men to wear a condom in order to help keep her clean and fresh for the next use. And if a man should cum in her mouth, she always spit it out and attempted to suck a mint before the next customer would want to sample her mouth pussy. But with the threat of rain looming in from the pollution heavy clouds that were rolling in, she wondered if any men would be there to purchase her special flower.
With the crowds milling about the main street, the show had to have left out. She felt the knot wind up her in stomach as she waited to see who would venture down the alley she occupied. The Cetra hoped that as her reputation grew, by word of mouth, men would bring their friends for a turn. She saw a tall figure enter the alley, going to hop down off of the large metal air conditioning unit that served as her station while she peddled her “wares”.
“Good evening…..would you like to buy a flower? It’s the prettiest one in Midgar, and only 100 gil for a rainy day special.” She smiled sweetly. It was hard to tell from her innocent seeming demeanor just what sort of twisted desires lurked behind that pretty face. In order to make certain her message was received the right way, she lifted the fabric of her dress. She revealed her pink and white panties, bikini style with delicate lace work.
