open to: males, tops-top/vers, single or multiple muses.
plot: I’ve been replaying Cyberpunk 2077 and really want a thread in that universe. Zee is ex-Arasaka; he often poses as a doll at Clouds as a cover, part of an exclusive VIP package that includes a luxury room with complete privacy. He and your muse are actually using this cover to discuss biz and the next gig they are working together. If they actually go through with the 'service' at Clouds, it's anyone's guess.
There is always the waiting.
Even in Clouds, where every minute is supposed to be someone's perfect fantasy, there is downtime. The client is late, or taking longer in prep, or has changed their mind without canceling. The doll waits in whatever room was assigned, alone, and has to stay ready in case someone arrives in five minutes or two hours. The meter runs either way.
Zee sprawls across what must be ten thousand Eurodollars of handwoven silk sheets in Clouds' Imperial Suite, wearing black boxer-briefs and nothing else. His robe is folded on an ottoman across from him, soft jade satin with gold-threaded dragon embroidery down one sleeve and up from one ankle.
There was once upon a time when this would have been hard to do.
Not Clouds in particular, though even now, he's slightly shocked he actually got to still use this place as a cover. He did some jobs for Meredith Stout after Konpeki Plaza, which opened doors to some very corporate fixers, which landed him an interview with Clouds management when one of their usual dolls got 'retired'.
Clouds was as much cover as anything else: it's got cameras that see everything, and even with Yorinobu running Arasaka, none of them are eager to come within sniper range of this place. This is one of their cash cows. They would prefer it to keep chugging along with their investment intact.
But in another lifetime, waiting half-naked in someone's pleasure room would have been agonizing. That was part of why he quit being an enforcer for Arasaka. A lot of those jobs were being some kind of ornament, and then killing some people.
A soft whoosh of automatic doors brings Zee's attention back from wherever it wandered. "Didn't think you'd actually make it."
He rolls over onto an elbow, blinking lazily at who's there, as if this is another day where he's waiting on some rich corporate dickhead to pay out good eddies for their kinks. "They charge, whether or not you show up, you know that right?"
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