The young chap got the subtle hint right away and agreed with a nod.
Before knowing her, he was a lowly moneyboy. In the olden days, his status would most likely be equated to those male playthings raised by the rich and powerful for private entertainment.
As long as the requestor had the money, regardless of the person's status and power, he would need to service the customer at his keeper's bidding.
He had protested and resisted against such inhumane arrangement, but all he got were numerous beatings and imprisonments. Alas, not only did he end up with countless injuries, he had to bow to those contemptuous mockers, too.
In this world, the brighter the place might be, the darker the corners might hide.
He envied those who could walk in the light. As for him, he could only retreat to a dark corner to lick his wounds quietly.
Before he came in contact with the entertainment scene, he did not know that men could be degraded in such a way.
