Eddie

Eddie’s place of work is actually better than one would assume, considering his occupation. He managed to locate a brothel (or rather, they approached him when he was younger, knowing a desperate soul when they saw one) that took care of their ‘merchandise’ and who wanted to cater to the ‘elite’; AKA, people who could afford to spend a ridiculous amount of money on whores who were guaranteed to be clean and incredibly attractive… Rather than picking up potentially disease ridden people and getting spotted by someone who could ruin their career. Or, you know, the cops.

Due to how elegant and clean the brothel is, it escapes the attention of the authorities. After all, how could a whorehouse be so high class? Everyone knows prostitutes are filthy, terrible people, right? The idea of them being taken care of, clean and healthy is absolutely ridiculous. Perish the thought.

The brothel does not hold him there against his will; Eddie is free to leave… He only stays because he requires the constant cash flow. His reasons are never shared, however. Not even between his ‘co-workers’ or ‘employer’.

He does not generally take part in anything considered specialist or too fetishy; however, if requested and the pay is good, he may agree from time to time… Depending on the task. Eddie has his limits. That area of expertise usually goes to one or more of the other prostitutes.

The Altaria is generally requested due to his good looks alone, not for fetishist behaviour.

Edward does not enjoy his work; he does it out of pure desperation and necessity.

He lives at the brothel due to having it better there than if he were to have a place of his own. Eddie’s funds go elsewhere, so he is unable to afford a decent abode. At the brothel, he can eat whenever he wants, has an en suite bedroom as well as everything else he’d need to stay up to his employer’s standards.

Perhaps it’s a little cliché, but after years of doing this, Eddie has all but given up on finding love in his life. He hates himself and finds himself disgusting, no matter how much he rationalises it. He never shares his views of himself outside of the brothel… After all, that would mean letting someone know he was a prostitute, wouldn’t it?

His occupation has muddled his knowledge of his own sexuality.

He serves men, women and everything in between.