[It did not, ever, in fact, occur to Rean that sold as a prostitute was wear he'd end up. Partly it's just because while he doesn't think he's ugly his opinion on his looks isn't that high. It wouldn't have occurred to him that soft, sweet looking boy is just some people's type.

And he's just optimistic.

But it's not possible to be optimistic standing naked raising his own hands in the air while impossible holograms hold him in place. He does struggle, face red with embarrassment and heart hammering in fear and confusion as he tries to wrench his hands down and himself free of this.... This thing controlling him that he has no power over.]

No? Let's not begin? Can we not?

[He's still trying not to sound panicked even though he is. Maybe they can just talk about this?]

Can we talk about this? I don't think this is a good idea.