DarthSlatis

             What sort of man was he with? The virgin whore couldn't guess. This man had shown so many emotions in just these few moments alone with him, and they each touched Rory in a different and stunning way. He had shown himself to somehow be near gallant, contemptuous, refined, serious, and then suddenly soft, sad, sweet, and lonely in a heart racing conglomerate that Rory could not have anticipated. And then the last look in his eyes, something so distinctly drawing, dare the young prostitute gauge it as even . . . alluring?        

            Rory's eyes widened as his gaze snapped back to his guest. His voice had been pleading, gentle, yet fluttering with laughter in a way; a genuine show of emotion. And such a tender word as 'darling' seemed so strange. It hadn't sounded forced, or fake. No, it hadn't even sounded sarcastic. It was . . .            He was smiling. Rory felt his face flush under this new expression of affection. True, the dignitary had it partially concealed behind his graceful fingers, but the youth could see him smiling all the same. It made creases along his cheek and added the faintest color to his skin. It changed his beauty from something god-