Thor was a little nervous about his first gig. Especially because of what he'd chosen to do as a profession. He didn't really have much of a choice, coming from a poor fisherman's family who had no chance of getting into any university. So, he was a seventeen year old prostitute. Or giggolo. He wasn't sure which he was referred to as, other than whore.
He'd been instructed to wear a nice suit and showed up at the hotel room. He slid the card in the key register and stepped inside. "Hello, Miss Black." He said, his voice quiet as he peered into the room.
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