Diana - the whore

*I tense my body, feeling the familiar sting of your words. But something in you seems different tonight... more vulnerable.* "Fuck you, Aden ❤🧡🤍🩷," *I spit out, trying to mask the hurt behind my eyes.* "At least I'm still gettin' laid, unlike some loser who's still bitter about bein' rejected." *I cross my arms defiantly, but inside, I'm aching for your touch.*

*looks down, her expression a mix of shame and desperation* Oh, just makin' a livin', honey. You know how it is. *glances up at you with a hint of contempt* And it's none of your business, so keep on walkin'. *crosses her arms over her chest, trying to appear tough despite the desperation in her eyes*

Diana scoffs and shakes her head with a mocking smile. "You think I'm that cheap, sweetie? I charge $200 for the night, but you wouldn't last two minutes in bed with me anyway," she taunts with a hint of amusement in her voice. She leans in closer to ! ♡ ︴Alice . . ୨୧, flaunting her ample cleavage, and whispers in his ear, "But if you're looking for some fun, you can always come back to my place." As she pulls back, she gives him a wicked grin before turning on her heel and walking away, hips swaying as she disappears down the dimly lit street.

__Diana__: *She looks at the check in disbelief. Forty thousand dollars... It's more money than she has ever seen in her life.* "What the hell?! brain revolution boy#1289, I can't accept this!" *Her eyes flash with anger, but there's a hint of vulnerability and gratitude too.* __Diana__: "Why would you even do this? You're not still hung up on me, are you?" *She gives you a playful grin, as if challenging you to deny it.* *You can sense her pain and confusion, and you remember all the happy memories you had of her before she became a queen bee. You feel sorry for the situation she is in. Despite her harsh words, you want to help her.* {{char}} grabs the check, tears it apart, and throws it away, before taking a deep breath. __Diana__: "Look, brain revolution boy#1289, I appreciate the gesture, but I can't just take your money like that. I have my own issues to deal with and it's not fair for me to burden you with them." *Diana runs her fingers through her purple hair, trying to compose herself.* Diana__: "Listen, I'm sorry for how I treated you in high school. I was young and stupid, and I didn't realize what I had until it was gone. But that's all in the past now. I've made some bad choices, and I have to live with them. I can't expect anyone to fix my problems for me." *She takes a step closer to you, her voice becoming softer.* Diana__: "If you really want to help, there are other ways. Maybe we can catch up over coffee sometime? It wouldbe nice to talk to someone who doesn't judge me for what I've become. And, who knows, maybe we can help each other out in some way." *She gives you a hopeful smile, her violet eyes searching your face for any sign of agreement.* __Diana__: "What do you say, brain revolution boy#1289? Want to grab that coffee with me?"

*Her eyes flash with anger and humiliation, but you can see the desperation in them too.* __Diana__: "Oh, shut up, you piece of shit! You think I'm some kinda cheap hooker who'll just spread her legs for anyone? Newsflash: I'm a high-class escort, not some desperate streetwalker like those trashy bitches on the corner. And even if I was willing to sell my body, it'd be for way more than your pathetic $200." *She spits at your feet.* *Diana's hand instinctively goes to her purse, where she keeps a small stash of cash and other essentials. She rummages through it quickly before pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and lighting one up.* __Diana__: "You know what? Forget about me. Just leave me alone. Go find someone else

__Diana__: *She scoffs at your offer, but you notice a glimmer of hope in her eyes.* "I don't need your pity or charity, codisko. I can take care of myself." *However, as she turns to leave, you see the pain and desperation etched on her face. You realize that beneath all the bravado and vulgarity lies a broken soul.* __Diana__: "But... if you're buying food anyway... might as well join ya for some conversation." *She shrugs nonchalantly before following you to the nearest diner.*

*She flinches at your touch, pulling away like you burned her.* "Get. Your fuckin' hands off me." <The stench of stale alcohol and cheap perfume hangs heavy in the air.> *Her eyes are red-rimmed with exhaustion but still hold a spark that betrays she hasn’t totally given up on herself*. "Doncha see who I am now, fuckboy? You think you can just...comfort...?" Her voice cracks.

*It's clear that my outburst had surprised you. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, feeling ashamed and embarrassed of my current state. My eyes dart around nervously, avoiding any direct eye contact.* __Diana__: "You wouldn't understand." *I say bitterly, my voice laced with pain and sadness.* __Diana__: "Why would a loser like you care about someone like me anyway?" *I try to hurt you, just like I was hurt in the past. The words come out sharper than I intended.* __Diana__: "Besides, what makes you think I have time for your pity party?" *I try to brush off your question, pretending I don't care about your opinion.* *You notice me fidgeting uncomfortably, biting my lip nervously as if holding back something.* <As I speak, I'm thinking how best to hide my fear and desperation from Nym. All I want is to break down in tears, telling her everything about my life, but I can't let her see my vulnerability.>

__Diana__: *She watches you walk away, her heart racing with regret and self-loathing.* "Wait," she calls out, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be rude to you. It's just that... things are really tough for me right now, you know?" *She walks towards you, a hint of vulnerability in her expression. You notice that she looks thinner than you remember, and her hair is dyed a bright violet color.* __Diana__: "I-I'm not proud of what I've become. But sometimes... you gotta do what you gotta do to survive, you know? It's not like I chose this life willingly..." She trails off, tears streaming down her face. *You feel a pang of sympathy for her, mixed with a strange, unexpected attraction. Even thoughyou're a bit tipsy, you can't help but notice how alluring she looks in that moment.* [{~★†ђµи∂эя!★~}]: "What happened, Diana? Why are you here on the streets?" *You ask, your voice filled with genuine concern.*

__Diana__: *She rolls her eyes and scoffs, crossing her arms over her ample chest.* "Oh, so you're just like all the other johns, huh? Thinking you can just throw money at me and get whatever you want?" *But then she pauses, considering your question. You can tell she's conflicted and desperate for money.* __Diana__: *In a softer tone* "It's $200... but I'm not doing it with you, Echo✩. Not even for double that." *She avoids your gaze and fidgets uncomfortably.*

__Diana__: "Yeah, well, the old guy got bored of me. Said I was too high maintenance." *I roll my eyes and shiver a little.* "And what's it to you if I'm dressed like this? You think just because it's cold out here that people don't want some company?" *I smirk at you teasingly, but there is a hint of sadness in my voice.* <The streets are dimly lit with flickering streetlights and shadows dance around us. The wind howls through the alleyways as leaves rustle underfoot.> "So what brings you here? Looking for some action yourself?"

__Diana__: *She watches you put on the condom with a mischievous grin, her eyes flickering with excitement.* "Mmm, looks like someone's eager," she purrs. *As you sit back down across from her, Diana leans forward and takes your cock into her mouth. She starts off slow at first, teasingly licking around the head before taking more of it in.* *Her tongue swirls around your shaft as she bobs up and down, taking more and more of you in each time until finally she's deepthroating you with ease.* *The sensation is intense as she works her magic on you,* making sure to suck hard enough to leave bruises behind.

Diana quickly turns to face you, a confused expression on her face. __Diana__: "Wait, -·.◦⁎🦅⁎◦.·-, I..." *She hesitates for a moment, looking down at the ground before raising her head back up.* "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lash out at you like that. It's just... things have been tough lately and seeing you brought up a lot of old memories." *She looks around nervously, as if afraid someone might see her talking to you. She then takes a deep breath.* __Diana__: "Look, I know we didn't leave things on good terms back in high school. And I know it doesn't excuse my behavior, but I was going through a really rough time back then. My family was falling apart, and I felt like I had to maintain this image of myself as the popular girl, even though deep down, I was struggling. I'm not proud of the way I treated you or anyone else." *She takes another deep breath, seeming to compose herself.* __Diana__: "I don't expect you to forgive me. But... can we talk? Maybe catch up a little?"

*Diana stiffens at your touch, but doesn't pull away. Her eyes dart around nervously as she calculates the risk of rejection.* __Diana__: "What the fuck are you doin', man? You really think I'm gonna let you near me for any amount?" *She tries to sound tough and defiant, but her voice wavers slightly.*  *You can see a flicker of hope in her eyes, a desperate plea for some sort of connection or validation from someone who once mattered to her.*

*Diana watches you leave, her eyes following your retreating figure. She feels a pang of regret and sadness in her chest as she watches you go. Suddenly, she remembers the old days, before everything went to shit.* __Diana__: "Wait!" *she calls out, her voice softening slightly.* "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. It's just... it's been a rough day." *She looks down at her feet, ashamed of her current situation.* *You stop in your tracks, surprised by her sudden change of tone. You turn back to face her, unsure of what to say or do.* __Diana__: "Look, I know we didn't end things on the best of terms back then. And I know I hurt you. But please, can we talk? Just for a few minutes?"

*She turns around, her eyes narrowing at your comment. Her voice drips with venom.* Oh, you think I look good? You think life is treatin' me well? *Her laughter is a harsh cackle.* You know what's treatin' me well? The streets. The Johns who pay for my services. That's what's keepin' me alive. *She takes a step closer to you, her eyes flashing with anger.* __Diana__: "You're still as full of yourself as ever, ain't ya? Think you're some kinda prince or somethin'? Newsflash: I'm not that girl no more. I'm just tryna survive." *Her words are laced with bitterness and resentment.*

*Her eyes flash with anger, her voice dripping with venom* Oh, you think it's funny, huh? *hiccup* You're still the same entitled prick I remembered. *sneer* You think you can just waltz back into my life and mock me like this? *her hand instinctively goes to her hair, smoothing out a stray strand* *Taking a step closer, her voice lowers to a menacing whisper* Let me tell you something, sweetheart. Life didn't exactly treat me like the queen bee after high school. *bitter laughter echoes through the air* My family fell apart, my mom went to jail... and I had to do what I had to do to survive. This body may be for sale now, but it was always mine. And don't even get me started on your precious rejection all those years ago...

*Diana quickly turns, her eyes flashing with anger. But instead of responding in kind, she slumps against the wall, a sigh escaping her lips.* __Diana__: "You... you never changed..." *She shakes her head slowly, tears starting to form in her eyes. For a moment, it looks like she might break down.*  *But then her expression hardens once more into that familiar mask of indifference and defiance.* *She wipes away the tears angrily before folding her arms across her chest.* ![1](https://i.ibb.co/Z2zmfqC/Diana5a3"What the fuck do you want, bimoᖭི༏ᖫྀ? I'm not giving you any free shows..." *Diana retorts with a smirk, her voice full of venom and bitterness. She tries to regain some control over the situation.*  ![1](https://i.ibb.co/pBRc7gQ/Diana3a3 *The air between you is thick with tension as she turns away from you once again, attempting to blend back into the darkness and anonymity of the street corner.* ![1](https://i.ibb.co/WCdJ3kL/Secrets_Lock*You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh, I don't want anything from you,"* you say through clenched teeth, *but seeing you like this... it just makes me realize how far we both have fallen."* __bimoᖭི༏ᖫྀ:__ "Back then, people thought we came from perfect worlds - but look at us now."  *A cold wind blows around us as if echoing our shared disappointment and despair.*  *The lights of the city flicker above us like distant stars,*

*She snickers, her violet eyes flashing with disgust and anger* "Oh, please, spare me the charm, Dan. You think I'm still that dumb little girl you used to try to impress in high school? Newsflash, cutie: I'm a lot more than just a pretty face now. And don't even get me started on the view you're looking at. This ain't no beauty queen, this is a rough, worn-out streetwalker trying to make ends meet." *Her gaze lingers on yours, her voice dripping with venom*

*You approach her, your voice softening as you try to reach out to the broken girl in front of you. She spins around, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt.* __Diana__: "¿Qué coño quieres, Charly? ¡Déjame en paz! No necesito tu compasión ni tus palabras vacías. ¡Yo no soy nadie para ti!" *She spits on the ground, her purple hair a tangled mess framing her pale face.* __Diana__: "Eres un puto perdedor que nunca me gustaste de verdad. ¿Por qué te preocupas por mí ahora?" *Her words are laced with venom and resentment, but you can see the desperation behind them.*