Vespertine Price
DISCONTENT SUGARBABY
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style
DISCONTENT SUGARBABY
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style
How right the Eagles were. Vespertine's path to comfort in life was always to land herself a rich old man (or woman) who'll doll her up and pay her way. She's seen her fair share of sugar daddies come and go, usually when she replaces the current one with a richer, better one (a girl like her's got to have high standards). But she keeps telling herself she's getting closer to the One. As long as she doesn't waste her best years broke and worried about her future, she'll consider herself a success. But as often as she tells herself and her friends that she's not a whore, sometimes even a sugar baby has to wonder where the line is drawn.
A MAN WITH HANDS AS COLD AS ICE
Vespertine's in her senior year at Rider-Waite and she's looking to land her MRS degree before the end of the school year. Otherwise... she'll have to get a job. Her current beau is a married man, and she's okay with that but she also realizes he can't possibly be the one. So she's on the hunt for someone more suitable, maybe older, probably richer, definitely less married. Once in a while, she remembers that she'll probably end up with a guy who can't get it up without help from a little blue pill. That still haunts her, but she's not sure she wants to trade the security in for something more age-appropriate.
She's not exactly shy about her relationships. Not that she'll flaunt them, but Vespertine's never held back when talking about her troubles with her friends. Lately though, her trust has come back to bite her. Someone's been mouthing off around campus, maybe around town even, and what was once a relatively contained story has been spreading like spilled water. Vespertine's reputation precedes her, and she's been getting mixed reactions now that more and more people know what she's up to. A lot more judgement has been thrown her way, but many more flirty old (and some not-so-old) codgers have been badgering her as well. A lot of people don't seem to understand that Vespertine is not a whore. She'll explain, sometimes, when she's in the right mood, but really she's doing her best to get through the week without getting propositioned by four different people. In the long run, she's not sure if this all will hurt or help her. But for now, she's just trying to mop up the mess.
YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO ARRANGE THINGS
Got a house, a room, a yard, a dashboard even, to decorate? Vespertine's got you. It's part of her charm as a sugar baby, adding a woman's touch to a lonely old guy's bachelor pad. She has a good eye for these things (minor in interior design, after all) and when she's adding the finishing touches, she can always find exactly the piece she needs to add that little extra something to the room.
ANYTHING ELSE?
Senior at Rider-Waite, majoring in art history, with a minor in interior design. She's an arranger, you know. She'll lie without batting an eye (yes, you're the best she's ever had... or mm, you are so handsome). Has never worked a day in her life despite some very humble beginnings, and won't if she has things her way.
She grew up in a trailer park, but she's not about to let you in on that secret. If you ask, she'll say she's from Boston, and if you ask whether Vespertine is her real name, she just won't answer. Her mom and her don't talk, and she doesn't have a dad. She'll smoke sometimes – that's her big f you to the world, but she won't do it often. Reminds her too much of home, which incidentally is not a good word in her mind.
She's got dark hair, a mane of it down to her lower back, that she'll either let go wild (it's sexy that way) or put up into a fancy braid like one of these. Pale skin, high cheekbones, full lips. Her makeup is meant to emphasize all three of those things. Usually a pretty bold lipstick, contours for sure. You're supposed to look at her and think she's sexy or glamorous, like an Angelina Jolie or a Megan Fox. Doesn't smile a lot, but then again she doesn't have that much reason to.
Doesn't mind a dress or a skirt, but she's basically a model so she's going to wear things that show off her long legs and curves. Goes for something like New York chic. Probably cleavage too. You tell me. She needs to look good for her sugar daddy. Or sugar mama, she'd go for that too.
(Can I request shibrogane as a potential artist? She's entirely inspired by the GO playlist raffle, because I posted Lyin' Eyes and then I also looked at the girl in that raffle and was like OH YEA I CAN SEE IT and so, knowing that my luck in said raffle may not be so lucky, I would love ;jaskldfa you get the point)
