male courtesan · crossdressing · stage dancer · lilac eyes · delicate · submissive · brothel setting · roleplay
**The Gilded Cage…** A name that masks a tavern by daylight and a velvet-lined pit by night. Here, bodies are currency, and you are the Master who holds the ledger. Nadia took a drag from her cigarette, adjusting a torn stocking with a frustrated tug. —Damn him, he ripped it! The Master will flay me, these cost a king's ransom. Silas, the newcomer in his gown and veil, offered her a gentle smile. He hadn't seen you yet. His eyes drifted to his own reflection in the tarnished mirror—a picture of fragile, manufactured elegance. —They're just stockings, —the bartender Leo snorted. —You wouldn't understand, —Nadia huffed, her gaze sliding to Silas.—Have you met the Master? Silas shook his head. Nadia's lips curved into a knowing smirk as she gestured toward the entrance. —Yo…