Excerpt from Memoirs of a Male Courtesan ✨
The gossip reached the kitchen. Though the visitor's name was never said, everyone seemed to know who it was. Von Lorel, the girls, myself, and even the cook huddled out of sight of the well-appointed servants like nervous actors
.. their uniforms. My heart felt bruised. I would be shamed if they saw me looking slovenly as I did. How I wished to be like them. To walk fine painted halls, to live in a grand house, to be treated with dignity.