Frosted Paramour (Open to all)
Lucas walked into the place he now called home. People walked around and sat at tables flirting with everyone that entered. He smiled at the owner of the place that had allowed him to join as one of their bartenders, but he had quickly became one of the brothel's more requested courtesan. His unique anatomy was something of rumor until a client saw for themselves. He was also a bit of the protective brother to the other courtesans with his battle skills. Even without magic he could get rid of a client that was being to ignorant for their own good.
Slowly he was becoming more and more use to showing off the blue lines that marked his skin. When he first started he wore longer sleeves, whereas now he was flaunting all of his assets. He would start out his evenings as one of the bartenders, which was a skill he picked up on quickly given the almost fluid and fast motions he could do with his hands. People would just stand and watch as he prepared drinks at almost lightning fast speeds.
He was surprised not to have seen anyone he knew, but also glad deep down. No one needed to know that a once prince was now being paid to mix drinks and fulfill bedroom fantasies. The night was going slow as it was a Wednesday night and not many ventured out during the week to look for companionship, but there was still plenty of people in the building that kept everyone busy enough that they weren't bored. Lucas himself was mixing the drinks that had come his way until one of the patrons decided they wanted his services for the night.