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mapofstars2013-10-20 11:27 pm
taleweaving) wrote in mapofstars2013-10-20 11:27 pm
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Of course, if you asked Aranea, she had never intended for life to go like this. She had plans, so many well laid plans. Finish school, graduate at the top of her class, go into med school, graduate as one of the best and youngest doctors. She was going to help people, she was going to make a name for herself in the medical world. And she would do it all without having to run to her mother for assistance, or worry her younger sister. After all, she could scrimp and save for a few years, get a job as a waitress at nights. A lil less food and sleep wouldn't kill her.
Well that was the plan at least. But textbooks prove to be more expensive than first thought, even second hand, and even if her one bedroom apartment is tiny and dingy it still has rent to pay. And waitressing wasn't quite the money maker, even with tips. Aranea needed to do something else, and after hearing some other students talk about how much their own experiences with the sex industry paid off, well...
It had only taken a little of her time to look around and find something suitable. Not stripping, no way she could never have the confidence, and prostitution was way out of the question. But modelling... modelling wasn't too hard. All she'd have to do pose, in her underwear or less admittedly, but... she could do that. She was well aware of the gift's nature had given her anyway, and if it would help pay the bills...
So she had jotted down the address of the place looking for new models, forked out a little extra cash on a hair cut and slipped into a nice sundress, before heading off. The studio isn't that hard to find really, even is she's not super familiar with Soho and her phone's not great enough to be able to hold onto Google Maps, but either way Aranea gets there, slipping quietly through the front door, heading up to the empty receptionist desk. She waits for a few minutes, but when it becomes clear no one's coming yet she lightly taps the bell, calling out.
"Hello?"
Well that was the plan at least. But textbooks prove to be more expensive than first thought, even second hand, and even if her one bedroom apartment is tiny and dingy it still has rent to pay. And waitressing wasn't quite the money maker, even with tips. Aranea needed to do something else, and after hearing some other students talk about how much their own experiences with the sex industry paid off, well...
It had only taken a little of her time to look around and find something suitable. Not stripping, no way she could never have the confidence, and prostitution was way out of the question. But modelling... modelling wasn't too hard. All she'd have to do pose, in her underwear or less admittedly, but... she could do that. She was well aware of the gift's nature had given her anyway, and if it would help pay the bills...
So she had jotted down the address of the place looking for new models, forked out a little extra cash on a hair cut and slipped into a nice sundress, before heading off. The studio isn't that hard to find really, even is she's not super familiar with Soho and her phone's not great enough to be able to hold onto Google Maps, but either way Aranea gets there, slipping quietly through the front door, heading up to the empty receptionist desk. She waits for a few minutes, but when it becomes clear no one's coming yet she lightly taps the bell, calling out.
"Hello?"