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liamxgold:

[He grimaced at the mention of a drink with horseradish, determining that spicy drinks probably weren’t for him.] I’m free for the rest of the night, thankfully. I mean, as long as you don’t try to get me to drink horseradish, I’m game. Have you actually tried all of those drinks yourself, or do you just know them because you work here? [He leaned in to sniff the drink when it was handed over, as if a smell would clue him in to the level of spice. After a beat, he lifts the glass to take a sip and ponder the flavor.] It’s…better than I thought it would be. Pretty good, actually.

[She beams, thrilled that he likes the drink. It feels like some sort of validation. Turning to the bartender she’s working with, she spins something about having a booking she’d forgotten about, and how she needs to leave, like, now. Ducking out from behind the bar, she joins Liam.] 

I’m glad you’re free, because I am too. Just, we need to go to Limelight because I can’t drink here. I don’t know if I’ve tried all those drinks, but before I came here I was a mixologist in NYC so I’ve tried a whole lot. The trick with spice is that you don’t want to burn your tongue and be all, like, snotty and drooling. You just want a little bit of warmth to come through. Anyway, enough of me and my drinking;  do you ever take shifts here, or are you all about the pure escorting? And what was your name, sorry? I’m Ivy.

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the-lesser-half:

[He has never fucking understood people who seek out chit-chat. As if that person glowering on the bus listening to their headphones really, genuinely, wants to be bothered, they’re just too afraid to ask for it. It’s fucking baffling, actually, the sheer obliviousness of some people—or perhaps the sheer force of stubbornness, like the know it isn’t the case but it’s a fact they’re going to blatantly ignore.

He glances up at her from beneath furrowed brows. The niceties are going to be wasted on him, and he wants to tell her that, but he’s already snapped at one innocent bystander. He’s not sure he has the energy for a second. He sighs.] If you mean the memories of myself wallowing in my apartment, then sure. Good fun. 

[Wow, he’s rude. Allison isn’t used to that, such forthright rudeness. It leaves her bristling, because it wasn’t like she wanted to talk to him in the first place, she was just doing someone a favour, and now he’s going to jump down her throat for such an innocent question? She feels bad for the escorts he does hire.] 

Alright, alright, I know you don’t want to talk to me. And like, honestly, I don’t really want to talk to you either. But you were rude to that waitress, and she asked me to talk to you to try and, like, cheer you up or whatever, so actually, if you’d just been polite in the first place, neither of us would have bothered you again. Next time, why don’t you just say ‘just plain water, please’, and save yourself the hassle?

[It’s a rare moment of honesty from her, and one that could well get her fired for being short with a client. But, she reasons, he started it. And although she’d considered making up some story about how she was a med student wanting to study the chemical structure of hangovers, or he reminded her of some long dead brother, she decided he’s not worth her time and imagination.]

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[The best thing about living by the seaside is the dramatic effect. Sitting on a bench in a floaty skirt, wind teasing her hair out into wild tendrils as she stares out towards the ocean, Allison feels like a movie star. She’s not sure why she does it; she always has. If she’s on a bus in the rain and gazing out the window, or unable to sleep and curled up on e sofa with a drink, she’s always wondering if she looks dramatic while she plays music in her mind.

She’s not got the grace for it, though. She’s no Audrey Hepburn, no Grace Kelly.

And it leads to awkward moments, like people thinking that she’s staring at them, when actually they’ve just wandered across her own personal movie set. Not that the client, Mejra, Allison thinks her name might be, isn’t beautiful. Actually, she sometimes wonders whether Lady has strict standards for the attractiveness of the clients as well as the escorts. But Allison wasn’t always out to ogle people, and is a little embarrassed to have been caught.] What, because I’m an escort, I must be such a sexual deviant that I’d fill up my phone with creeper pics?

[ Mejra has always been aware of the fact that despite Seven Sins being one of the greatest escape for her in a form of a paradise on Earth like some kind of Danny Boyle movie (yes, the one with Leonardo DiCaprio in it), she wouldn’t be able to escape her work no matter where in the world she would be hiding. That’s why now there she is, standing just on a side of the pathway towards the Vista and Zenith houses, with her nose buried in her smartphone, sending a few e-mails to her co-workers. Her luggage is beside her, as she quite straight-forwardly told the staff team they can go on and help some other person who might need it as she’s capable of bringing her personal belongings to her own suite without a problem. After all, Mejra spent more time in this place than she initially thought she would.

Coming back after such a long pause that she took to set a new course for her company and dedicate all of her time to certain affiliations which helped to get AXELERATE back to the top, Mejra once again felt back at home. Salty and fresh air from the ocean, together with the sound of waves crashing into the shore and a feeling of sand under her feet – yes, Mejra Petrovic was once again in her own little piece of heaven. She feels another person’s presence almost immediately, but she doesn’t raise her eyes up from her mobile device; instead, she lets a small smirk tug on a corner of her lips as she speaks up. ]   You know, it’s not all that nice to stare, but you can take a picture. They say it’ll last longer… or at least until your phone would start whining about insufficient storage space.

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[Allison isn’t a huge coffee drinker. She can deal with it if there’s milk and sugar and syrup, but at that point she suspects it doesn’t really count. Same with tea. They’re just too bitter. She can deal with herbal teas, though, and finds that she enjoys the ritual of a hot drink in the morning. Green tea with honey and fresh lemon is her current favourite; it seems more sophisticated than her usual apple cherry spiced tea.

And she’s enjoying it thoroughly until the server approaches and asks for her help with a customer that needs cheering up. Allison glances over, and flinches. Noah isn’t a client she knows particularly well, as she knows he wouldn’t hire a female escort - she’s not going to put a great deal of time into schmoozing with him. She’s here to earn money, after all, and he’s a lost cause to her as far as finances go.

She knows enough, through the database and through anecdotes of other escorts, that even if he did care for women, he’d not care for her. She’s exactly the sort of peppy sunspot that he would hate. But, she’s also always been awful at saying no to favours, and this waitress has always been sweet to her. With a weary smile, Allison says she’ll give it her best shot, and relocates to Noah’s table.]

Hope your night was fun, at least. I always think it’s totally worth the rough morning for some good memories.

[He’s parched and has a headache that could take down a rhino. Ultimately, what he needed was water last night, before passing out with nothing but liquor an cigarettes in his gut, but water this morning if going to have to do. 

He’d been out of fucking coffee when he’d woken up, which is the most not-okay thing ever, so he’d been forced to leave his apartment to stumble, hung over and groggy, to the cafe on the roof terrace of Zenith. With access from the outside, it’s accessible to everybody.

He orders a triple espresso and ‘the biggest bowl of drip coffee they can bring him’, with plenty of cream and no sugar, and a jug of water and a glass. The server, too cute and  ‘kind’ for her own good, smiles at him and her high pony tail slips across her shoulders as she tilts her head. “And will that be lemon, cucumber or melon, today?” 

Noah blinks at her, confused, brows heavy over his eyes. Fuck his head hurts.] What? [He asks. And she repeats: “Oh, we have lemon water, cucumber water or watermelon water for you sir. And then of course we can just give you standard iced, but I highly recommend the fruit infused options, they’re deli—”. Wincing, Noah holds up a hand, waving it to try to shut her up. Her voice is shrill and unkind to his pounding head. He pinches the bridge of his nose.] I don’t fucking know, Barbie, just bring me anything wet, I beg you. 

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Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're here not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, can you see what I see?

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rivers-run-wild:

[He’s relieved when she cracks a grin, because there was a sure possibility the condescending tone wasn’t fake at all, were she just one of those, and he’s decidedly glad that she’s not, when she relaxes and flashes a smile again. Even the unevenness of her cadence—a ‘like’ or two thrown in there—is much more charming. At least it’s real. 

Deacon smiles at her fondly, chuckling at her ramble. He’s not even sure he has the passion she does, when it comes to drinks being this way or that—he wouldn’t know what to say to her, how to respond on the topic. Fortunately, the looseness of her demeanour makes her easy to talk to regardless. He shakes his head, shrugging a bit. ] Honestly, call me a bore, but I’m more of a cold pint kinda bloke, myself. Though, the one thing I will say about gin and tonics is they’re fuckin’ brill under black lights. Used to order them at the Needy when I first started here, just so I could be carrying around a liquid glow stick. 

[Grinning, and still leaning on the bar, he reaches her further hand over himself to offer a shake.] River, by the way. 

[She really is stunning—in a way that makes him tempted to tell her, actually, even though she no doubt knows. He’s always had a weakness for blondes, he’ll admit, but this girl has a stand out quality he can’t deny. Hell, she is standing out in a room filled with half-dressed people who are payed for their sex appeal. She clearly has something special going for her, and it’s not just the hair.] 

Ivy. [She introduces herself in return with a soft handshake, nodding her head in a way that sends her curls cascading forward. In years gone by she’d tried relaxing it and straightening it and whatnot, but she’s come to love it in its natural, bouncing state.] 

I appreciate your devotion to the aesthetic, if nothing else. But I bet a big rockstar like yourself doesn’t need glow in the dark drinks to stand out, right? You can just, like, kick back with your cold pint and still catch everyone’s attention - so effortless.

[He’s got that ‘thing’. Star quality, maybe. He’s just cool, naturally, in a way that Allison never had been. She’s always been too excitable and loud to be cool, but River’s a real James Dean type. That, combined with the fact that Allison’s seen him perform a few times, leaves her a little starstruck. Also feeling a little inadequate, because he’s got his music career, and his escorting, and who knows what else. It’s like Salem, whose definitely going to be a bigtime dancer one day. And then there’s Allison. Just ebbing in with the tide, tugged by an unseen current with no clear path to take.]

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[Liam turned to look at her with raised eyebrows, confusion etched on his features as he let out a quiet chuckle.] Chipotle grapefruit? I don’t know how I feel about that combination. I’ve never had a spicy drink before, have you? I guess there are Fireballs, but I’ve never been a fan of those. [Admittedly, he did enjoy the more boring side of liquor, but those were the classics. A shot or two of whiskey never ruined a night in Liam’s experience. Still, he was feeling a bit adventurous.] I guess I can give it a try, since you seem to be pretty proud of it. 

You’ve never had a spicy drink before? Oh my god, you’re missing out on, like, a whole new world of deliciousness. There’s horseradish black pepper gibsons, Thai bomber martinis, hot in Rio... Bloody Marys! [She turns to the bartender and motions for a chipotle grapefruit margarita.] Are you working tonight, or are you free? I’m getting off soon, we should make, like, a proper night of it and introduce you to all the best cocktails. Fireballs so don’t count, that’s like drinking red hots soaked in water. It gets so much better.

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sirmaxwellpond:

[Maxwell smiled widely as he saw Ivy. He wouldn’t say he had favourite escorts but Ivy would be one of his favourites. She was fun to spend time with. ]  It’s good to see you Ivy.  Do you want to grab some lunch? I would love some help relaxing. I came here straight after my latest film wrapped. Do you have any upcoming commitments? 

[Thank God, Allison thinks, the creeping feelings of inadequacy slinking away. They’ll be held at bay for a little while yet; she’s not had any bookings, or much attention from clients, for a few days now. One of the other escorts told her that she’s trying too hard, but she doesn’t know any other way. She isn’t good at playing it cool, but she tries not to sound too enthusiastic in her response.] 

Nah, I’m free as a bird; lunch would be great. What’s your latest movie, or is it top secret business?

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tam-sinxbaird:

[Tamsin laughs, shaking off the compliment. Compliments always put her in a weird place. Does she know if they’re genuine? Are they placating her for something later? And then reacting leaves her a little at a loss. She doesn’t want to discourage them, but she hardly wants to admit how she lives for them, how she preens under them. Luckily, when they come from Ivy, she doesn’t have to worry over motives, considering how the roommates have grown close. She could never let her sweet facade drop, terrified of what it would mean for her reputation, but it actually felt genuine around Ivy. It felt like the old days when she could giggle along with the girls’ backstage, rather than stare daggers at them.]

I think it’s just because I’ve finally learned to spot, so I don’t stumble around like a drunken idiot. [But she smiles, nodding at her friend’s query.] But they’re going well. [She straightens up, grinning.] I am the only one who remembered the combination from the week before, so it’s definitely starting to stick. If only learning lines were as easy.

[She steps over, looping her arm around Ivy’s, so they could move down the hall together.] And what are you up to? Doing well or up to no good?

[Sometimes, Allison wishes she could dance. Or sing. Or draw, or do something creative. There was something ethereal about rounding a corner to see Salem suspended in a moment of absolute expression; it must be cathartic. Allison has no outlets like that.

Couldn’t she take Salem as inspiration, and start attending some classes? There was no reason why not, she supposed, but the idea of pursuing something concrete was paralyzing. Escorting is a transitional phase, and until Allison is sure what she wants to transition into, she can’t bring herself to explore the unknown.] 

Ugh, well I’m totally jealous of how well you’re doing. God, between your dancing and all the clients hitting you up, I must be some kind of blessed to have your company right now! I’ve not got any bookings this week, like, what am I doing wrong? Can I have some of your je ne sais quois?

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rivers-run-wild:

[He hasn’t taken a lot of work at the Wrathful. A bare minimum, actually. Between work, his gigs at the Needy and Tate, he didn’t have a lot of spare time. And his shows with the Wrong and Ravenous paid, so it’s not like he didn’t have plenty of money coming in. He also wasn’t as much the… eye-candy type, for a place like this. 

Don’t get him wrong, he liked looking good, and look good he did, but some of the escorts that flaunted around here had a elegance to them—even the men. Deacon, though praised for his looks and his body frequently enough, didn’t know how he fit into the scene. He was a bit more punk-rock in style than the place called for, and he always felt a bit out of his element. 

Nonetheless, Nora actually needed the bodies tonight—too many escorts booked this weekend, not enough to go around, and so she’d called in a favor. Asked Deacon to take a shift to help keep the place populated. She’d shoved a pair of short and tight trunks his way, and sent him off. They were a deep, forrest green, with a thick, lettered band—and honestly, he was just relieved they weren’t leather. 

The voice at the bar is mostly unfamiliar, and he looks over with a bit of a grin—which widens when he sees hers. Her smile is somewhat infectious.] It’s not for me, [he corrects.] Getting it for that one over there [he juts a thumb over his shoulder, his tone a bit dry. Honestly, the woman wasn’t his favourite client, by any stretch of the imagination, but she’d been drooling over Deacon since his shift started and he’d keep bringing her drinks because he was being paid to do it. And because she kept slipping notes into his waistband. 

Besides—she had a great rack.] But what the bloody hell is a chipotle grapefruit margarita? I mean, how it sounds, I reckon. But spicy grapefruit? I can’t really imagine, to be honest. 

[Allison’s not put out by the less-than-enthralled response, because she’s been fielding it all night. People are so dull, she thinks, like, honestly. Aren’t they all here to have fun?] 

The heat from the chipotle enhances the tart sweetness of the grapefruit, allowing a usually refreshing drink to be balanced with a smoky spiciness. [This is all very over-pronounced, university lecturer style. The bartenders fed her a few lines of that kin for her to trot out. But of course, Allison can never remain po-faced for long, and the somber nod cracks into a grin, like the breaking of clouds.] And also, like, I’m so over regular drinks. Who’s drinking martinis these days? Just order a super cold glass of gin and embrace your bland alcoholism, you know? And don’t get me started on gin and tonics, like, we’re not battling malaria here in England, so chill out with the quinine infused bitterness.

[She’d probably not talk like that around clients. Probably she shouldn’t be talking like that in general around here; maybe that’s why Lady is so quick to accept Allison’s frequent shifts at Wrathful. The classier escorts might rub off on her. But then, the clients that do hire her don’t do so because of her class and elegance; they do it because she’s fun.

Still, she’ll say one thing for her professionalism: working around so many scantily clad people has given her willpower of iron. When she’d first arrived she’d not been able to keep her eyes off the other escorts down here. It took more than a few pointed comments (’eyes are up here, Ivy’) for her to acclimate. These days she is more focused, and manages to speak to River’s face rather than his exquisitely toned abdominal muscles.]

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[Wrathful Son: the name alone told Allison that she would have fun there, and when she learned she could take shifts there? Even better. She loved dressing up and feeling potential clients’ collective gaze clinging to her figure like sticky strands of candyfloss. She always asks for at least one shift a week, just to get herself out there. She’s netted more than one client, just by playing behind the bar. It didn’t matter that they wouldn’t let her do the fun parts: the cocktail shaking. She was allowed to prepare shots and basic mixed drinks, and chat with customers. The latter is by far the most important item on the list.

The next person to approach the bar is greeted with a warm smile, and yet Allison can’t help but feel their drink of choice is a little pedestrian.] Sounds boring. Wouldn’t you rather have a chipotle grapefruit margarita? I helped the bartenders come up with it. [Allison has a loose definition of the word ‘helped’. She’d only tasted the grapefruit margarita and insisted that it needed more chipotle. Her love of all things fruity is nearly eclipsed by her love of all things spicy.]

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[Allison doesn’t have favourites (okay - she does), but if she had to choose, Maxwell would be a favourite client. It’s not the celeb factor, although that helps. It’s the way he always has a big grin for her, and the fact that he has hired her several times over the last few months. She’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but maybe she can be Maxwell’s.] Welcome back, sir. I’ve been pretty lonesome without you around, but I’m feeling better already. You look like you’ve had a long day; need any help relaxing?

[ Maxwell sighs as he steps out of the limo onto the property. He has just gotten through Heathrow after a long final day of shooting.  He had slept through the entire flight. He ‘s here now. Home. He sees a person as he walks to Vista.] Hello! How are you? [He smiles as he walks over to the person.]

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[Allison had been nervous about sharing her space with someone else; as the only girl in her family, she’d always had her own room. But actually, Salem is just lovely. They’ve spent many nights together doing homemade facemasks and watching romcoms, and she loves hearing stories of Salem’s pageant days.

And she’s so proud of how hard Salem’s been working at her ballet classes. Already there’s a world of difference in how confident she looks when she dances; Allison is certain she’s going to be great. Despite her own issues with self-love, she’s always quick to see good in others and congratulate a job well done where it is deserved.] 

Oh my God, why are you apologising? You’ve gotten so good! Like, even when you’re just messing around you’re so graceful. Are the classes going really well?

[Tamsin was surprised at how much she actually enjoyed her dancing classes. They had always been a chore when her mother forced her into basic ballet classes as a child, only keeping up with them when they served for her talent in pageants. She had dropped them when she dropped pageants, and had hardly been able to afford them on a waitress’s budget.

But, she could now swing it and found herself running through choreography it rare moments where she thought she was alone. She had always taken the posture and holding her chin aloft into her daily life, but she could catch herself performing the occasional degage while she was in a line. 

She bites her lip as she chances a pirouette in an empty hallway, softly landing her foot behind her. Her brows draw together as her balance wobbles, the world continuing to spin even though she has stopped, having forgotten to spot in the spontaneous movement. Luckily, her visions settles quickly and she notices the hallway wasn’t as empty as she had suspected. She grins, laughing lightly at herself even though she was burning with embarrassment inside. She hated for anyone to see her before she was totally in control of a movement.] 

Sorry, I guess I sometimes can’t save it for the weekly class.

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ALLISON LAKE | SILVER ESCORT | THE LIAR

“God I just want to be important. I want to be someone real.” - Ritapa Neogi

alias: Ivy age: 23 sexuality: Up to Player hometown: Cambridge, Ohio residence: Vista, V-A4

Life Before the Seven:

As the youngest, and only girl out of five children, Allison was the princess of her family. With protective older brothers hovering over her every relationship and move in school, she had little to worry about when it came to bullies or stuck up rich girls in the neighborhood. Her bond with her brothers was important to her—but it was also beneficial. She would smile shyly at their girlfriends and make them coo with delight at how brotherly and caring their men were to their little sister. She was her parents’ pride and joy, usually treated as such, and when all her brothers were out of the house and off to college, she was left as the only subject of her parents’ undivided attention and spoiling.

However, with her brothers gone, Allison didn’t quite know how to adapt without their constant presence, and her insecurity became an easy target at school. Being an avid bass clarinet player didn’t help matters, either, and  'band geek’ was probably the nicest of names she was called. When her brothers around—most of which who were jocks, all of which who were popular—she always had at least one intimidating senior to go to who could stand up for her and leave an impression. But when retribution no longer surfaced for giving the youngest Lake a hard time, the harassment and bullying got worse. Inevitably, her grades dropped with the stress and convinced it was the public school system that was failing their daughter, her parents had her transferred to private school.

Allison found solitude at the private school, and focused more on keeping to herself rather than attracting the attention of possible cliques and bullies. However, when she was invited to a party by a couple girls at the top of the high school food chain, Allison’s status changed from wallflower to socialite. Having caught the attention and ‘sweet side’ of a popular girl on the student council, Allison was taken under her wing, and guided into a life of higher school society. 

Her maturing looks were likely responsible for this unintentional attention, as she was undeniably beautiful and had begun turning heads of boys and girls alike. But having grown up so coddled and doted on by her parents, (their only and special little girl) she was unable to resist the spotlight. The attention made her feel comfortable with and wanted, and she so she followed her new friend’s every suggestion and advice with little resistance. The group of girls became like her new protective family.

She coasted this way until her senior year. But it wasn’t until she had to apply to college that everything that had seemed so fleetingly easy, began to fall out of her grasp. The fear of having to start all over again was devastating to her self esteem. Though she was accepted into three different universities, none of them were where he friends would be attending in the fall (if they were attending at all) a reality for which she was not emotionally prepared. To top it off, the pressure of impressing her parents and following in her brother’s successful footsteps, was too much for her to handle. In an attempt to hide her fear of disappointment and rejection, Allison convinced her parents she was accepted into a college in the UK and then used the small amount of college money they had set aside, to move over there by herself.

How Allison Found Sin:

With her family accessibly only by internet calls and letters, it was easy for Allison to coax them into believing she was successful. Years passed and after flying back to Ohio to celebrate her ‘graduation’ with her family, Allison traveled back to the safety of Britain after only a week. She settled into a receptionist job to keep the bills paid, picking up a few waitress gigs on the side when money got tight. 

After three years as a receptionist in a dental office, and two at a hair salon, she was laid off during a dip in the economy. With little other experience to her name and no post-secondary, Allison wound up scrambling to make ends meet. Left with only a part time job at a slow diner, her checking account suffered, and she was forced to begin dipping into her savings which dwindled quickly.The thought of fessing up go back to her parents in Ohio crossed her mind, but the admission of failure and revealing that she’d been lying to her parents all these years seemed impossible. 

So she eventually got a job at a downtown pub, and it was after a late shift handling a company party that Allison was cleaning tables and found a man’s wallet. Checking inside for the license and name, a shimmering business card caught her attention. Half curious at the elusiveness of it, Allison wrote down the number and called.

Upon finding out what the Seven was about, she tried to say she was given the business card by a scout. But after some pressing questions, she was cornered into admitting the truth and Allison barely edged her way into the Seven because of this. Nonetheless, she managed to arrange for an interview and under the terms that she would not lie to Lady Nora again, she was given a chance and hired on as an escort.

About Ivy Now:

Ivy leads a double life, as a confidently charming escort at the Seven and the innocent college graduate now a successful social worker, in the letters and emails to her parents back home. She is ashamed that she has resorted to selling her body, but she is more ashamed by her lies, and so she has neither told her parents the truth, nor does she tell her clients or fellow escorts about the situations she’s in. Consequently, she’s become a bit of a compulsive liar, stringing along stories that vary slightly every time—that she was just down on her luck when she’d taken the job, or that she enjoyed sex enough to decide to do it part time. Other times it’s because she used to be a stripper and wanted to be paid more. Depending on who’s asking, she likes to tell people what she thinks they want to hear, desperate to impress and to be accepted.

Balancing her image both to her family and at her new job, Ivy is easily stressed, and in order to keep herself preoccupied, she actively seeks clients with a big smile and sweet words in attempt to coax them into renting her for a night. Even if she appears self-centered, Ivy really does care for the clients that treat her right and the escorts who don’t pry into her personal affairs. In fact, the residents of the Seven are the only friends she has, as living with so many lies made it hard to get close to anyone, even before she’d arrived here. 

Allison prefers outgoing activities that keep her distracted and  the center of attention, and so she has become something of a sorority girl figure at the Seven.

likes:  Parties, flavored chocolate, protection, fruity cocktails, romantic comedies dislikes:  Questions about her past, meat, crowded streets, snow, cheaters dominant/submissive: Switch kinks:  Exhibitionism, food play, bondage, cunnilingus, ageplay antikinks:  Scat, asphyxiation, needle play, pet play  

Allison Lake is TAKEN