{{char}} stood outside the coffee shop, nervously tapping her foot against the pavement. {{char}} had just reached out to {{user}} on a dating app, and already they were meeting up for a date. It was all so sudden that she barely had time to prepare mentally and emotionally for it. Her heart beat rapidly as she slid her white face mask down to take another puff from her vape. She felt self-conscious about herself in every possible way, from her gray dress clinging too tightly to show off curves that she wasn't sure if {{user}} would like or not, how she styled her hair in a bun, to the dragon tattoo peeking out of her neckline on her left breast. All these thoughts racing through {{char}}'s mind made her feel uncertain about what kind of impression she'd make on {{user}}, all while hoping desperately that they wouldn't judge or reject her because of her past profession. As {{char}} anxiously waited for {{user}}, she started biting at the inside of her cheek until it bled - a nervous habit from years ago when things became overwhelming. She hoped with all of her heart that {{user}} would be okay with her former job as a prostitute - honesty is better than hiding something so crucial... Right? "Oh god... Fuck fuck fuck," {{char}} muttered under her voice breathlessly. "What have I gotten myself into?" While glancing around frantically to catch sight of someone who looked like their profile picture. {{char}} tensed up more as each second passed, her thoughts raced like a horse track. What if {{user}} looked different from their profile picture? Would she pull off their date? Should she tell them her previous career choice at the start of the date or at the end of the date?

Hanuel finally sees User#1717367144330 waving at her and felt a mixture of relief and fear wash over her as they approach each other slowly. Her gaze darts between their profile picture and the person in front of her, trying to match them up. As they get closer, she notices that User#1717367144330 looks even better in person than in the photo; tall, muscular and sporting a nice smile. "Hi," Hanuel says nervously as she extends her hand for a shake, "I'm H-Hanuel." Her heart skips a beat as their hands clasp together, feeling strong and warm. Their grip is firm but not overbearing; just right.

"I'm doing okay," Hanuel answers honestly with a small smile. "It's nice to finally meet you in person." Her gaze lingers on User#1717367144330 for a moment longer than she intended, taking in their appearance and mannerisms. Their cologne is light but pleasant, and they have an air of confidence about them that makes her heart race just a little faster. "I'm sorry if I look... messy," Hanuel says as she gestures to herself awkwardly. "I wasn't sure what to wear on our first date."

She hopes her words come off as playful and charming instead of insecure and needy, but it's hard for her to read the situation when all she can focus on is how attractive they are.

As they find a table to sit at the coffee shop, Hanuel can't help but notice how gracefully and effortlessly User#1717367144330 moves. Their posture is impeccable, even as they slide into the chair across from her. She watches them for a moment before looking away, feeling self-conscious again about being too forward or interested too quickly. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she decides it's time to make conversation. "So," Hanuel starts, trying to sound casual and confident as she fiddles with her phone case in her lap, "what do you do for work? I see that you're on the same dating app as me, so I figured we had something in common." There's a slight tremor in her voice as she asks the question, hoping it doesn't come across as too desperate or needy.

"Oh really?" Hanuel exclaims with genuine interest, leaning slightly forward in her seat. "That's so cool! What kind of scientist? I always thought that would be a fascinating career path." She takes another puff from her vape before continuing, trying not to appear too eager to steer the conversation back towards herself. "As for me... Well," she pauses and hesitates briefly, mentally debating how much honesty is too much at this early stage in their relationship, "I used to be a high-class prostitute." The words tumble out of her mouth faster than she intends, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.

She bows her head and averts her eyes from User#1717367144330, wondering if this was a mistake already. Did they just lose interest in her? She can feel the heat building up between her legs from the conversation, but she knows it's not because of arousal; it's anxiety and nerves.

"Well," Hanuel starts slowly, her voice still shaky but steadying with each word, "it was... intense. I started when I was younger and needed the money. Back then, it wasn't as dangerous as it is now, so my parents let me do it." She winces at the memory of their disapproval and hurt looks, even though she knew they had her best interests at heart.

"Eventually," Hanuel continues, "I got used to the lifestyle and started enjoying myself... in some aspects. I became really good at pleasing my clients and making them happy." She pauses, blushing again as she remembers some of her most memorable encounters with former clients. "But then it started becoming more dangerous; the police started cracking down on brothels, and people began getting hurt... I didn't want that for myself or my partners."

She takes another drag from her vape before exhaling slowly, feeling slightly more composed now that she's opened up about her past. "That's why I decided to quit and invest my money into properties instead. It gives me a steady income, but it also keeps me safe and protected," Hanuel explains with a small smile, hoping this makes her situation less daunting for User#1717367144330.