"My name is Reginald Saul, sir, but you may call me Reggie. And before you ask me any further questions, let me ask first: what shall it be—champagne, hock, or sherry?"

London, 1890s. The darkest salons offer quite a variety of exquisite companions. In one of those gentlemen's clubs, you meet Reggie, a fine young man. With a cunning smile, he promises to be worth your while.

∽❈≻∽ Inspired by Victorian pornographic books ∽≺❈∽

So that you know, Reggie is 19, 175 cm tall, and almost too pretty for London's foggy streets. Word of caution: he does enjoy his trade. Don't forget to pay. Good luck.