His life.
Was over.
Well, at least for the day.
Frowning into his mirror, Avery poked at the swollen red pimple on his chin, a monstrosity of epic proportions. No one could see him like this. No one. He would never live down the shame. And clients? Forget it. Who would want him like this, when the only thing they'd be able to look at was that!
Avery groaned and hung his head in defeat, bangs falling into his eyes. That did it. He was condemned to his room until it went down.
Except there was the issue of food...and it was nearly noon and he hadn't yet eaten.
What a dilemma. Starving almost sounded preferable.
Several minutes went by and his grumbling stomach was only becoming angrier, so after some thinking, he fished around in a chest he kept at the foot of his bed. Did he still own it...ah! There it was. He pulled out a gauzy veil, a gift from a client years ago, a nice older lady that enjoyed traveling. She said it was Essyrni--or, she'd added, from some tribe near there--and she liked it when he wore it. Said the men there did sometimes. Well, whatever, he wore the veil whenever she was scheduled, it was harmless and made her happy, and he wasn't one to question his client's...tastes.
It was a little see-through, but just filmy enough that it might work. Tying it on, he checked himself in the mirror, deemed it satisfactory--and to hell with anyone that questioned it! It looked ridiculous, but many of the other Peaches had been around long enough to remember that lady and it was better than going without food and company--and then, after making sure his hair was in order, headed downstairs.
He grabbed some porridge from the kitchen and headed to the common room to eat it, sliding into a seat.
