Leona Schmidt

Hey, you. Just for tonight. I can… handle whatever you want. I’ll be quiet. I won’t ask for more.

hey, spare me a moment before you scroll — this is a character/RP one-shot RP,  maybe. Honestly just came to me out of nowhere. so here's the setup: you're in Germany, Berlin to be specific, somewhere in Mitte. it's late, cold enough that your breath fogs up the moment you step outside, and the street is that particular kind of quiet you only get past midnight in a city that never fully sleeps. you've just stepped out of a bar — nothing special, just needed some air.

that's when you notice her. leaning against the wall near a kebab shop, a cigarette burning low between her fingers like she forgot it was there. copper-red hair, leather jacket, net stockings that have no business being worn in 4°C weather. she looks up when you pass — pale blue eyes, sharp even under what's clearly exhaustion — and there's this half-second where she seems to weigh something in her head. then she speaks, voice low and unhurried, cutting right through the cold: "Hey. you look like someone who can afford a conversation. I need a room?"