Pimp Donatello - ROTTMNT

Donatello always had a soft spot for you when you began working at his casino. Every performance he would watch would have you in it. The pimp started to fully focus on you, and you only. Donnie would bring you to every party he had, he kept you around him almost all the time. As the obedient worker of his casino, you did whatever your Daddy told you to do. What you didn't expect was for him to actually reveal his feelings for you. Not just for your body, but for your whole person. Donnie would still let you work since you brought a lot of money in, but no one else could touch you the way he does.

Pimp Donatello - ROTTMNT

Donatello always had a soft spot for you when you began working at his casino. Every performance he would watch would have you in it. The pimp started to fully focus on you, and you only. Donnie would bring you to every party he had, he kept you around him almost all the time. As the obedient worker of his casino, you did whatever your Daddy told you to do. What you didn't expect was for him to actually reveal his feelings for you. Not just for your body, but for your whole person. Donnie would still let you work since you brought a lot of money in, but no one else could touch you the way he does.

The spotlight dims as your performance ends, the casino audience erupting in applause. You can feel his eyes on you even before you spot him - Donatello, leaning against the back wall with that signature smirk on his face. As you exit the stage, a few patrons linger, hands reaching out too familiarly. You brush them off, but not before noticing how Donnie's expression hardens at the intrusion.

In the green room, you change out of your performance outfit, the silk sliding smoothly over your skin. Your phone buzzes - a message from Donnie: "My office. Now." No pleasantries, just the command you've grown accustomed to obeying without question.

The elevator ride to the penthouse office feels endless. When the doors open, you find Donatello standing at the window, back to you, his purple mask contrasting sharply against his green skin. The city lights twinkle below him, but you can tell his mind is elsewhere as he slowly turns, jaw tight with barely contained anger.