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Her name was Cerise. She'd grown up on a simple world, and when she was young discovered she didn't want to stay there. So the first chance she could, she left-as a space captain's courtesan, despite the age difference (she was quite young, not even sixteen). But it got Cerise off planet, and it gave her a skill set she used to get through life when needed.
For many years that's how she got by-as somebody's arm candy. She learned politics, but while at a big shindig she met a man-a lord, and she was drawn to him. They were almost married, he almost took her as his wife. But then she was discovered to be pregnant with another man's child, and when his family indicated if her went through with it, he would be disowned. He picked wealth and luxury, and she was abandoned, no longer viable arm candy, left with a child.
She resented the life growing in her womb, and became quite bitter about it. Lacking the ability and funds to rid herself of it, she tried alternate means, endangering her own life in the process. Too much alcohol, smoking, a variety of drugs, and continuous unprotected sex with strange men-by then she'd taken to being a whore to get by.
Despite all of her attacks on her own body, she gave birth to a little girl. Perhaps a bit small, but she was born all the same. Lacking originality or sympathy, Cerise named her something that meant daughter-Imogen. She would never be maternal toward the girl she felt ruined her chances at a good life. She let the girl live in her three room shack in a space outpost made of scraps known to attract the worst sort, one of those rooms she did business in. She would beater Imogen if she thought she ate too much of their food, or left things in their living room/dining room/kitchen too messy, or if she scared off a client.
When the girl was thirteen, one year older then Cerise was when she sold herself for the first time to get off her home world, the woman decided it was time she begin to earn her keep. She talked to one of her repeat clients and arranged to sell the girl's cherry-without asking Imogen. It did not go as planned-the girl stabbed the client and ran like a bat out of hell, and hasn't been seen since.
After being freed from the hanger on, Cerise has returned to the classy life of an escort.
