Apotheosis

The financier strolled into the office, unconcerned that he had kept his guest waiting. "Do you want a drink?" He asked the figure in the chair, going over to his alcohol cart and picking up a crystal decanter, pouring a heavy glass of caramel coloured whiskey; aromatic with the scent of honey and cinnamon. "No, thank you. I'd much prefer to discuss business instead."

The man in charge laughed a bit, his grin splitting with wry amusement as he went over to the desk and finally sat down. "A man with a one track mind. I like it. So tell me, Ludwig, was it-- more about yourself? I like to get to know potential candidates before making any real decisions."

The unicorn sat comfortably in the arm chair, relaxed with his legs crossed and arms resting on the chair's, hands folded neatly in his lap. "What would you like to know? My resources are stated plaintively on the papers I gave you."

"Yes, but there's only so much you can learn from paper, I'd like to hear it straight from the horse's mouth, if you'll forgive the expression." Ludwig forcibly withheld a sigh, picking off some imaginary lint from his clothing and tossing it aside. He disliked this process. To him, it was time consuming and unnecessary. Paperwork existed for a reason, so why the parade? Pressing forward, he gave the barest of smiles, obliging the man in his request.

"I used to reside at the capital, in charge of diplomatic processions and ensuring political agreements went over well. I speak three languages, English, French and German. I'm proficient as well at reading Latin but I find no reason to use it, it was just a school gimmick. Stayed at St.Paul's school of the Covenant, there I learned to ballroom dance, etiquette and decorum, and play how to play the piano, which I am moderately adept at but have no interest in pursuing as more than a hobby." Ludwig tried his best not to sound rather monotone, reciting the information as if half rehearsed and as mundane as speaking about the weather to someone in a pub. He could have gone more about his schooling and his career but at this point he felt it was unnecessary. The job here had no use for information like that except to impress clients, possibly.

"I did read that all on the papers you gave me, which I find incredibly impressive. But I'm more keen to know why a man of your stature wants to work at a simple brothel. Surely you could rotate your interests if you're merely bored of the capital?"

Ludwig's lip curled faintly into a sneer, one mixed of amusement and disgust. "Bored is not the way I'd describe it. It was pointless, men there scrambling to lead a country while they debase themselves more than animals, putting their own needs in front of blindly. Becoming narcissistic children so rotund they can't even see their own dicks, proceeding to hold meetings and congratulating each other for things they believe themselves to have accomplished." He paused, realizing he had gotten carried away to emotionally, composing himself and recrossing his legs as he leveled a look at the financier.

"I decided to pursue another road more honest. Where the truth is the only thing exists. There is no winning or losing in the bedroom, and the only way to true satisfaction is honesty. You have to open your soul up and confess your darkest sins and lusts. You go to a whore on a corner for a good time; you come here to have your soul soothed and placated."

"That's certainly a good enough reason to me, honestly, particularly knowing where you're coming from. And you put in an application request for, BDSM Master? Do you have any knowledge of that sort of thing? The last thing I'd like to do is leave my clients in incapable hands."

"I've been under Madame Moreau's teaching in the ways of sexual domination and submission. I've also been reading sexual psychology books to further understand motivations and to better cater to subtle needs."

"Impressive, again. She's very particular of who she mentors, so I'd have love to been a fly on her wall for that negotiation." The financier shuffled his papers, writing a note down with scrawled letting on the corner of one, glancing over Ludwig a moment before taking his glasses off and observing him a moment, quietly. "Forgive me for being more hesitant about signing you up. You see, its very rare a man of your background and stature just decides one day to leave his profession to become a whore and I have to make sure this isn't some flight of fancy. The scandal it would invoke if you suddenly hate the job after signing the contract and your connections to the capital make me take a moment to consider. Most that come to my brothel have been doing services like this for so long they can't remember how they truly started."

Ludwig leaned forward a bit, eyes hardening and gleaming with a cold passion. "You misunderstand me, Sire. I don't want to become someone's whore- I want to be their God. To kneel at my feet and obey my every command. To leave nothing hidden from me, willingly serving and giving their soul and flesh because that is what they truly want and they come to me to give it to them. I like control, financier. I like breaking people. I was bored with my job and left it because the environment was pitiful and the men even more so." His eyes flashed with something akin to delight. "So what better place than a whore house? Where you don't pretend to be anything better than what you are at my command."

The man on the other side of the desk was quiet a moment, not visibly betraying any emotion but eyes looking rather pleased. It was a long moment before he opened a drawer, taking out a paper with writing on it and handed Ludwig a pen. "Typically, I make those who come into my service sign over their life and give me their title, so if I become dissatisfied with their services, I can just sell them to someone else and be done with them- but I think that wouldn't go over well with you. So instead here is a contract. More of an employment, if you will. Read over the terms of agreement and if you're satisfied, then sign at the bottom and we'll go about picking out your room."

Scanning over the document a moment, accepting things like percentages and expectations of working there, Ludwig then flourished his signature at the bottom without hesitation and handed the document back to the other man. "Fantastic," the financier replied, stowing it immediately in a safe behind him, "Now, follow me. We'll begin by taking your bags to your room, new additions live on the second floor and..." Ludwig stopped listening for the most part, more keen to take in his surroundings as he followed after his new employer, appreciating the beauty of the home for what it was.

Others were milling about, clients and whores moving from room to room and soft tinkling of flirty laughter accompanied by seductive murmurs filling the air. His inspection was ruined, however, at nearly being barreled into by a figure coming quickly. "Forgive me, didn't mean to be in your way--" He stopped his sentence, blinking momentarily in surprise at the other unicorn, admiring the glossy black hair falling over their shoulders and ignoring the disgruntled look as he stood in their way. It had been a while since he had seen a member of his own kind; he had thought he had traveled far out of their comfort zone. And this one was quite beautiful.

"Watch it then, some of us are going places." The lavender clad unicorn pushed past him, storming up the stairs haughtily and could be heard closing the door loudly behind him. "Oh, don't mind that one. That's Obel. It'll be rare you see them, they live on the third floor. They're what we call brats and clients particularly enjoy him if they're in the mood for a challenge."

"You don't say... Interesting." Ludwig trailed off, looking thoughtful before turning his attention back to his employer. "You were saying something about where I'd be living?" he followed the man as the tour picked back up and the financier prattled on, clearly enjoying have a man of the capital for company in his list of whores. But Ludwig wasn't paying attention, thinking of the unicorn that had just run off.

Interesting. Very interesting...