"Good looks are nice, sure, as it helps with the libido, but in all honesty, it's the nice guys who make for a change of pace. A soldier with a good purpose, or a guard with some honor... But those men rarely frequent the Peach." She gave a shrug at the idea and looked up towards the sky. "Even still.. I tend to like those who are good, but find themselves needing a good night with me. I know it sounds silly, and bedding a whore might be something these men regret later, but it's refreshing to see a good man make mistakes, and reminds me that we're all humans.. we're all vulnerable, and we all can't live up to our own expectations."
She went quiet as she thought it over before smiling and sighing through her nose. She shook her head.
"I guess it's just nice to pretend to be their wife, as silly as that sounds. They regard you as their entire world. And you can see their pain, how much their hurting, and it makes me want to better myself, better than moment for them. It's usually some of the best sex... However, it has also lead to some of the worst sex. I've had a man cry after finishing up, and it was strange to have to comfort him. I'm there to pleasure him, not console. But he did pay for the bed, so sometimes I just be a shoulder to cry on after a man feels like I've become one expensive mistake."
And again, she went silent with thought.
"I can't say I'd ever thought of a perfect man, nor would want to. It's hard to remove the idea of men from being a client, or a person who just sees us as their source of pleasure." She shrugged and finally looked to him. "Why?" She smirked playfully. "Always wondered if a whore had a dream man? Can't say a good, muscled body doesn't get my heat flowing. Like you, you were surprisingly very good. Normally men like you are in there, fuck and leave quietly. Never thought I'd end up nearly dead because someone thought we were connected somehow."
Starlight shook her head again.
"But a nice body is nice," she shrugged. "I can appreciate a muscled man and when I have one at my bed side, I simply let my mind drift towards the natural attraction and shut off any other thoughts. I'm not there to converse with most men, but some do surprise me with their wit and knowledge. Oh, and their skill." She smirked. "Some men are just really, really good at fucking. And those ones I just let myself indulge with. You'd be surprised at how many men are just bad at it."