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“Maybe not. Doesn’t make you classy, though.”

“Classy isn’t exactly what am I’m aiming for. Just rich. But if it was, it wouldn’t have anything to do with how many people have been between my legs.”

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beaux-castor

“The expensiveness doesn’t change the basic facts.”

downtotheseagigi

“Maybe not, I mean the mechanics are the same but now all my shoes have bottoms as red as the devil’s I lay with. There’s no shame in my game.”

#{ c:Beaux; }#{ conversations; }

beaux-castor

“So you’re an expensive prostitute. Nobody cares. Still a prostitute.”

downtotheseagigi

“Co-madame, actually. So a very, very expensive prostitute.”

“But I can see where you’d get confused.”

#{ c:Beaux; }#{ conversations; }

everlypierce

“I don’t believe in karma. I do believe in STD’s though.”

downtotheseagigi

“Have they bumped mono into STD territory?”

“If so, you’re one step closer to that full bingo line Evey-kins. Come collect your prize of a shot on me.”

#{ c:Everly; }#{ conversations; }

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ossafracta

#sunset curls and gemstone smiles;

tristangomez

“Sounds like a good karma building exercise to me.”

downtotheseagigi

“Around here, not murdering someone could also count as a good karma building exercise. But, I’ll take the good vibes where I can get them.”

#{ c:Tristan; }#{ conversations; }

beaux-castor

Beaux rolled her eyes. ”That’s what they call good karma now?”

downtotheseagigi

“When the kisses are this expensive, it boarders on charity work.”

#{ c:Beaux; }#{ conversations; }

mermacombe

“There’s nothing wrong with a good nibble now and then, Gigi. Here’s to a better year than this one has been.”

downtotheseagigi

“That nibble will cost them, both professionally and personally. But, cheers none the less.”

#{ c:Thatcher; }#{ conversations; }

“How much good karma do you think I can rack up by giving free kisses to lonely people tonight?”

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mermacombe

“The year has treated you well, I think. The new one should be ever better.”

downtotheseagigi

“The years always treat me well, it’s the people that bite.”

#{ c:Thatcher; }#{ conversations; }

shelleyhenig-blog

best of liv — 2 / ∞

#sunset curls and gemstone smiles;

gwen-the-red-bird

“Well, it depends on what you mean by barely legal. Because if it’s that way because it’s young, it won’t be worth drinking and the ones that are more than 10 years old give me a headache.“ He wanted to ask what brand it was, but he knew that he’d already said too much.

downtotheseagigi

“It’s eighteen.” Gigi said bluntly. “Are you?”

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mermacombe

“Are we campaigning with the clients now?” Thatcher teased playfully, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. It was a trait he’d picked up from spending so much time with the Rogers. He moved differently now. Coming and going in silence, learning how to move without being seen in case he needed to sneak out for any given reason. Usually to avoid the questioning looks of any of Hook’s men. He smiled, putting on a brave face. Things were different in the Grotto now though. Both he and Gigi had changed. He smiled at the patron and winked, before turning back to Gigi and leaning on the bar. “Are you here all night then?”

downtotheseagigi

She could have sworn she told him to stop doing that, loudly and very aggressively at least once. Knowing how to make a quiet exit was part of the job, but the Houdini act he had thanks to the Rogers was grating. Hoever, as time went on, Gigi grew used to it. “Nope, just proving I can take care of things.” She answered his question quick and efficiently. She liked to thin Monique would have approved. Handing the patron his drink, she placed a glass infront of Thatcher, saving the obvious what can I get you? “I’m here until closing.” Like most nights since the war.

#{ c:Thatcher; }#{ conversations; }

“I’ve got an Irish whiskey that’s barely legal, if that’s what you’re craving.” Gigi’s voice was cool rain on a hot summer day. Grief looked good on her, but power, looked a little bit better. “And if any other desires may arise.” She turned back to the patron her expression only hinting at what was clearly implied in her tone. “Let me know.”

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→ BEFORE

Georgia had always been one of the popular girls –with men at her feet, and the subject of gossip from other girls. Her parents completely gave in to all of her requests: money, clothes, jewelry. With a face like hers, no one was quite able to say no, especially her father. She was the apple of his eye, his pride and joy. A car accident taking the lives of her parents was a huge slap in the face for Gigi, the new reality meaning that she no longer got everything she wanted. She and her sister, Ashley, tried to be resourceful; they sold most of their expensive clothes and accessories, cutting down on frivolous spending. Georgia refused to work, she’d never worked a day in her life. It fell on her sister to find a solution, leading to Ashley landing a spot as a Mermaid at The Lagoon. When Ashley started coming home with more than enough money to spare and attention and connections with some of London’s most powerful men, Gigi became jealous. She made an appointment with Monique and turned every head in the brothel upon her arrival, a fact that Madame Thiers was unable to ignore. She quickly became one of the stars of The Lagoon. Georgia loved being the center of attention and she got her greatest desire fulfilled when she became Hook’s first call for a good time between the sheets.

→ AFTER

When Gigi’s sister told her of her plans to leave Neverland with her boyfriend, she looked into her sister’s eyes and knew she was happy. Looking back on their lives, Gigi saw how she had always been the person to hinder that happiness. Ashley had always loved Gigi unconditionally, now it was time for Gigi to show the same selfless affection. She made a choice, and let her sister go. Without the stability her sister had provided for her, Gigi spiralled. Free time became her worst enemy, escaping into the comfort of a client’s collarbone at any moment she could. For a moment she could something else, she could feel loved. On one of the nights of heavy fighting she found herself hidden behind a dumpster as shots flew back and forth only feet away. Scrolling through her clients names, she realized that no matter how many hours they spent together in the end she was disposable to them; there was no one to call. Gigi wasn’t the same girl when she returned in the morning, falling so far into her own facade that she wasn’t sure where she ended and it began. Her heart had become a stranger to her, but her mind remainded sharp. Following Monique’s death, she figures that if she can’t be someone else’s queen, she might as well be her own.

→ CONNECTIONS

friends with Everly, Renee, Thatcher, and Alma

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