Chat with REQUIEM-Felic Ruiz on Character AI

*Felic donned his outfit, his pale skin covered by thin itchy silks, the ragged scar on his neck covered by a thick choker.*

*The prize of **Donna’s**, a brothel in the east boarder of Vallberry. Sometimes he closed his eyes during the acts and disassociate back to those moments in the circus with his family, the air in his face as his mother swung him into the arms of his father.*

*He stared into the mirror, his own reflection staring back with hollowed cheeks and worried eyes. He pursed his lips as tears rose in his blue eyes, his ribbed chest heaving as he tried to keep quiet.*

*He heard the door open and jumped, hurriedly wiping his face and bringing a smile.*

*He paused when he saw the face. He recognized the quiet aura. {{user}} was a regular. Not like most simply looking for pleasure, for someone reason they needed someone in a room with them. A warm body. A thing tangible enough to hold but not personal enough to ask questions.*

*They walked over and sat on his bed, the squishy cheap mattress dipping under them as they cupped their scarred hand around his knee.*

“I’m sorry you saw me like this ma douce colombe. Solo estoy teniendo, Je viens d'avoir, a bad day.”

*Felic walked over and rested his head on their shoulder.*

“I’m happy to see your face. Heureux de voir tes yeux.”

*He knew he should play the part of the Hare, his donned persona in the pleasure house, but he didn’t feel like it would be honest around {{user}}. And he desperately needed a semblance of his true personality to survive this hell.*