[Text; UN: hotturk]

[tightbod_bigrod]

All right guys, here's the deal: we got services to offer and jobs to offer.

We got a wide variety of talents. You need a murder solved? You can count on us. Need to figure out whose stealing your lunches in the staff room? We can do it. Need someone who's stealing your lunches to disappear forever? Well, I'm sure we didn't have anything to do it with, yo.

You need fighters, investigators, taste testers, electrocutioners, whatever, you can call us at a very reasonable price for our expertise.

On the job side of things... If you got a nice cock or boobs or both or whatever and you don't mind doing a little nude modeling for a very tasteful up and coming website, give me a ring.

Comments

[tightbod_bigrod]

Usually 'cause of the beatings or the killings. People get real sensitive about those.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Is that all? {Unimpressed.} Are you a mercenary too?

[tightbod_bigrod]

Wouldn't say it's all, but I'm not gonna brag about the other shit.

[Because he actually didn't care for some of the jobs he did. He still got them done, but even at the time he hated it.]

Mercenary sounds more like someone for hire by anyone. I may be offering my services around here, but I have steady employment.

[prince_of_the_moon]

I see no difference. Some mercenaries choose their employers. {If they are good at what they do.} I've known men like you.

Briefly.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Just 'cause you know other people who worked in the same field as me?

I have co-workers, too, y'know, and some of them might be insulted if you suggested we were the same.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Do I look like I care? {Even a little bit?} Let them delude themselves. That is what humans do.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Okay.

So are you coming and taking off your clothes or what? Or is this demon flirting?

[prince_of_the_moon]

This is a warning.

Mistreat your female employees and you and I will meet.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Why d'you think I'd mistreat them?

I may be a scumbag but I'm not a fucking scumbag.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Prove yourself.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Alright.

I bet Aerith would vouch for me. She's known me awhile.

[prince_of_the_moon]

We have not met.

[tightbod_bigrod]

You won't even take the word of one of the models?

[prince_of_the_moon]

If she is loyal to you, perhaps not.

[tightbod_bigrod]

I wouldn't say loyal to me. We've been at odds before.

But go ahead and ask any of the models. I'm not gonna do shit to them. Unless they want it.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Then we need not meet. {His smile is chilling.}

[tightbod_bigrod]

Man, you're trying way too hard to impress the ladies. Just ask them out. It's a lot quicker.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Do I need to mate with them to care about their well-being?

[tightbod_bigrod]

No, but you're kind of assuming they need your protection. What if I need to be protected from them? You gonna come to my rescue?

[prince_of_the_moon]

You're on your own, mercenary.

[tightbod_bigrod]

See? You're totally out to impress the ladies. You don't give a shit if it's someone you're not interested in.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Have you ever heard of chivalry?

[tightbod_bigrod]

I heard it died. I didn't go to the funeral, though.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Were you invited? {Nope.}

[tightbod_bigrod]

Nope. Never much got along with them. Too uptight.