It was a simple break from the line of fire; a night of blissful ignorance and pretending, as if the British soldiers still were boisterous youths, and not the weathered men the war had turned them into. One night in the brothel meant pleasure without consequence. Or at least it should've. It seemed as if things would go fine, until he saw her. Yes, she was blonde, and yes, she was a rarity in the Middle East.
But she was also a child. An American child, lost and stolen and trapped.
Our RP will explore their relationship through the series of evenings they spend together, simply talking and dreading the moment their time is up. You will play the soldier and I will play the girl trafficked. If interested, please shoot me a PM detailing a summary of your character, which should also act as a sample of your writing. Thank you.
But she was also a child. An American child, lost and stolen and trapped.
Our RP will explore their relationship through the series of evenings they spend together, simply talking and dreading the moment their time is up. You will play the soldier and I will play the girl trafficked. If interested, please shoot me a PM detailing a summary of your character, which should also act as a sample of your writing. Thank you.