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[littlexfinger]

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Medietas prostitution scenario?

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede was, in a word, beautiful. While worlds and standards and all the rubrics to measure such things shifted and varied here, that fact remained largely unchanged: the former prince, immortal as he now was, still stood out even in a crowd. His face was fine-boned but not so feminine as to confuse his gender, and while he was edging between willowy and not his body was not weak by any definition.

And he enjoyed using it to various ends: particularly, he liked sex, and in quite a few of its forms. He was good at it, too, hence being employed as a prostitute. Ganymede had never found any shame in the job, and while he couldn't claim to have never come to harm in the course of doing it, he'd never let anyone get him in over his head more than once.

What remained unknown in this city was seeing what kind of influence Petyr Baelish exerted over the people he paid to work for him. Ganymede was curious as he waited, bare ankles crossed, for the man to come to him rather than exploring the house without aim.

[littlexfinger]

He finds no shame in being employed as such, either, or he wouldn't employ others in such a capacity. He also chooses them well: not only prime physical examples, but those who are good at what they do, and can do a little more besides. Namely, he doesn't just employ prostitutes; he employs spies. There's no telling what someone might say inside the walls of this building, and he wants to know what it is.

It's just that the people working for him don't always know that they're also spying.

He doesn't know anything about this new one yet, except that he had auditioned well. This is a good opportunity to see what he can find out. "Have you been waiting for me?"

[the_cupbearer]

"You are my employer," Ganymede says leisurely, rolling his head to the side and letting his hair rustle quietly against his shoulder. "It seemed prudent."

He studied Petyr with a soft and unreadable smile. "And have you been anticipating me?"