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"Who are you?" I face the mirror again. I do that every time I wake up and everytime I come back from work. It looks like a existential question, right? Well, in my case is more literal than that.

I don't know exactly how to tell you my story, precisely because I don't know much either. But it all started in an alley a year ago. That's when I met Morgana.

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-Wake up, handsome. -I listened as I tried to open my eyes with difficulty, they seemed glued, but they were in fact swollen and when I became aware of that I felt pain, not just in them, but in my whole body. I turned sideways squirming a little as I realized I was sitting in a narrow alley. -What happened to you? - The voice continued and I finally looked at who was speaking so calmly. She was a fox, wearing a long brown coat and gloves, practically only her face was uncovered, and it was a beautiful face. - Can you talk? What is your name?

I could understand her, I knew that meant I was probably from there, but at the moment I didn't know anything else. And a wave of sadness washed over me when she asked my name.

-I don't know. - I said heavily.

-Wow, you were beaten badly even if you can't even remember your own name. - She teased lightly. - Think you can walk? To tell you the truth, I don't know exactly what to do to help you, but I think alcohol could ease the pain a little. If you can walk, I'll buy you a drink, I was just going to the bar anyway.

I got to my feet with some difficulty. I felt the fabric over my body. It was a navy blue suit all smeared with blood and dust.

-I think I can walk.

-Great, you won't need to try so hard, the pub is right over there. Let me just fix you up a little bit. -She passed a delicate tissue over my face cleaning a little dirt and blood while she patted to unwrinkle my clothes.

We walked to a bar called Fairy Wings, it had a big neon green sign on the front it was of a fairy hugging a bottle of absinthe. There became our meeting place and marked the beginning of our friendship.

-Thanks for your help. - I said after we settled inside. -Sorry for not saying my name, I really have no idea what it is, nor who I am. What is yours?

-You don't need to thank me, I don't even know what I'm doing. - She laughed. Morgana was never sad, it was her biggest trait. - My name is Morgana.

-It's a very nice name, it sounds like an ax swinging.

-What? You're funny, I've never heard that before. But, I liked! I think it suits me.

-Why did you help me, Morgana? Don't get me wrong, but a woman stopping in a deserted alley to help a stranger completely beaten up is not a common thing.

-No need to worry about it, I have a sixth sense, or you could call it a sixth snout. I stopped in front of the alley entrance by chance to light a cigarette and saw your feet hidden behind the dumpster. I simply knew that you weren't a bad person, that's why I woke you up, if it was anyone else, I would have probably just ignored. But I felt like I should give you a paw.

-It would be nice if your sixth sense told me who I am. I have no idea why I took a beating. - I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but I felt that my head was coming together a little. - But maybe I have something on me. - I started groping my suit.

-Oh true! I hadn't even thought about looking at your things, I didn't want you to wake up and think I was a thief.- While she was talking I felt something inside the coat, I looked for a pocket, but I didn't find it, it seemed to be sewn inside the suit, the fabric was so thick and heavy that it didn't impress me I didn't feel it was there as soon as I woke up.

-There's something here, but I can't find it, it looks like it's sewn into it.

-Oh, I have a pocket knife in my bag, we can use it. Take off your coat and let's see if there's anything else hidden inside it.

I handed her the suit, she started feeling the place she had pointed.

-You know I've never seen a suit like that before, so thick. It looks like it was really made to hide things. Funny how it looks ordinary when you look at it.

She opened the switchblade and began to drill near the area, opening a hole.

-Ohhhh this looks like a card. - She removed something small from the suit. "Robert O."?- She handed me the card, it was laminated paper, there was nothing but "Robert O." in it.

-Written by hand... Do you have a pen?

-No, but I have an eye pencil, it should do. Here.

I wrote the name on a napkin to verify if it was my writing.

-It doesn't look like it's yours. - She came close to analyze.- Someone wrote to you. She picked up the suit and groped again, stopping at the collar. - Looks like there's something else here too. - Morgana made another hole with the knife. - Ohh that looks like a locket. -She gave it to me.

I felt sick just looking at it, I didn't understand why that small thing made me feel like I was smaller than it. But it made my whole body shiver like I was going to see something terrible. And indeed, I did see something that haunts my nightmares to this day.

I took a deep breath before opening it, it wasn't like a plague of Egypt was going to come out of there, or would it? It may not have been a curse for the world, but it was one for me, what I felt almost drove me crazy, the pain was excruciating and desperate. For a moment time stood still. It didn't make any sense, but there I was crying over a picture of a woman I had no idea who was. She looked like an angel, it was a picture of her face and torso, a white fox, with a white lace outfit in a refined posture, she had a serene expression on her face. I only came to my senses when Morgana shook me by the arms, and then I realized we were in front of the bar.

-Are you well? Who is the woman in the locket?

-I don't know, but looking at her made me extremely sad and I have no idea why.

-You left desperate, it looked like you couldn't breathe. I thought you were going to pass out or worse.

-Sorry about that.

-Whatever happened seems best left unknown for the moment. At least until you stabilize. Let's go inside.

We sat at the counter. Morgana ordered two shots of whiskey.

-Robert is a good name. - She said. -Does it make you feel anything like what you said about mine?

-It sounds like the noise of stepping on dry leaves.

-You are really funny, Robert.

-Robert. - I repeated getting used to the name. It didn't cause me any negative feelings.

-I bet you have no idea what to do after tonight, do you?

-No... I hadn't even thought about tomorrow, but now that you told me I'm worried.

-Oh, you don't have to be. You can sleep in my apartment, I have a spare room. In fact, I even have a job for you, if you want it.

-Really? What kind of job?

-Robert, I'll be honest with you. My work is not ordinary, it's a work that I do for people with ordinary jobs. Part of the reason I think you're a good person is because I also felt like you wouldn't judge me for that.

-What is it?

-I'm a dominatrix.

-Okay, that's not something you hear every day, but I don't think I have a problem with that. - I took a sip.

-Great! I need a "slave". - I choked a little while she said. - Oh no, no, that's not exactly what you're thinking, I need a security guard to accompany me. Not because I'm weak or anything like that, but two colleagues in my profession had problems with people who pretended to be clients, but they were psychopaths, so I want to make sure I don't have this disturbance and you seem strong enough to handle that kind of thing.

-Are your colleagues okay?

-They are, it was just a scare, a very serious scare for both of them, but they solved it. Only we don't have time to get hurt with maniacs. We are the ones who hurt, you know? There's no reason for us to show up to our subs with bruises and cuts on our bodies, we are untouchable goddesses between four walls. So for this a "slave", an escort, the only thing different is you would have to dress more daringly as my decoration.

-Hmm I don't think I have a problem with this, as long as I don't have to participate.- I thought to myself that I shouldn't turn down a job that appears so suddenly, mainly because I had no idea what I could do either.

-Ahh this way you make me very happy. Look, it doesn't have to be something permanent, okay? When you're better set up you can look for another job if it's better for you.

-But who would take care of you then?

-Oh how sweet, don't worry, I was already thinking about looking for a bdsm escort, and if you leave I'll hire one. But fate put you in my way so I don't see why not give you a paw.

-I really appreciate Morgana, I'll try my best to be your "slave".- We laughed and continued drinking late into the Fairy Wings.

This is the beginning of my story, a little funny, isn't it? From a dominatrix's escort to a detective. If we think about it, they are similar professions in some ways, being a dominatrix requires discretion with the identity of your clients and being a detective requires discretion in the conduct of work, the two separate when the detective comes out of the shadows to throw the facts to light, while a dominatrix would be the very center of light for her client. But what do I know? Nothing funnier than a detective with no memory. And soon we'll get to the story of how I became one.

Farewell, reader.