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trollopsBorn Marie-Françoise Lely in the outskirts of Paris in April of 1986, Fifi was raised in a slum by a single mother, Coline. Life often wasn't kind to the young girl; her father abandoned herself and her mother at a young age, and her mother worked in a factory to pay the bills. Madame Lely's free time was spent with a string of men, none of which were particularly kind to young Fifi. Her mother's ignorance meant that she gained a sense of independence at a young age.
She struggled through her early years in school, her flighty personality leaving her unable to focus properly and unwilling to see the value in a proper education. However, as she grew up and saw what a lack of education had done to her mother, she resolved to do better in school. By junior high, she saw an improvement in her grades and, although not particularly bright, Fifi found that certain subjects came more easily than others. Because of this improvement and her low-income status, she was given a scholarship to a high-end boarding school called L'Ermitage, outside of Paris. Fifi gratefully seized upon the opportunity to get away from her substandard living situations.
At L'Ermitage, Fifi learned not only English, but etiquette, classical studies, and equestrianism, among the usual subjects. She was a mediocre student, compared to her classmates, and though she was initially somewhat of an outcast due to her status as a scholarship student, her personality soon outshone the fact that she was a charity case. She gained a few friends and got by as well as she could in her classes. Fifi rarely went home to visit her mother, and when Coline died of lung cancer when she was seventeen, she did not attend the funeral.
Upon graduating from L'Ermitage, Fifi found that she had neither the desire nor the academic credentials to attend a university. She found herself homeless, working days as a waitress and shacking up with Etienne, the latest in the string of boyfriends she'd maintained at school. At eighteen, she had plenty of experience with men, perhaps the one thing she had in common with her mother. When Etienne decided that having sex with her wasn't worth putting up with her mess, Fifi was forced out on her own, living in a one-room apartment not much better than the place she was raised in, and which her waitressing job barely afforded. It was then that she found an easier way to make money which came far more naturally to her: as an escort.
At first, the agency she worked for was rather unscrupulous, and she didn't see very much of the money she earned. Her clients wanted sex more than they wanted companionship or arm-candy, and she found herself fearful that she would catch something sooner or later. Luckily, she was saved from that fate by a business card one of her clients left behind, for a far more promising-looking agency. Fifi called the number, and was granted an interview.
Her looks were perhaps the one thing she had going for her, and it was this asset which landed her the job. She was given a stipend for new clothing, which she jumped at the chance to buy: nicer, tailored clothing which made her look more professional and an expensive haircut were exactly what she needed to get ahead in her line of work, and she was soon pulling in enough money to afford a little bit nicer flat and some extra besides. She became very popular with her clients, and found her evenings filled with nice restaurants, theatres, shopping trips, and, of course, sex. Soon she found that she didn't mind the sex so much, and even enjoyed it from time to time. But soon enough the agency was raided by the police and was forced to close, and the young woman found herself jobless at twenty-one. She decided she needed a change.
This change came in the form of a one-way ticket to England. She'd been afforded the opportunity to learn English in school, and it was enough to convince her that London was the place for her. She was smart enough, however, to look before leaping: she obtained a reference from her former employer for an agency in London that looked promising. Little did she know that it operated as a front for major criminal activity.
It didn't take long for Fifi to become popular among clients; French girls were somewhat of a commodity, and despite her lazy eye, she'd grown into quite the looker. One of the men who requested her the most often was a certain Colonel Sebastian Moran, and between his good looks and his sexual prowess, she soon gained a certain fondness for him and even looked forward to his call. Besides the perhaps shady activity going on around the agency's building on Conduit street, Fifi had no qualms with her new job, and even learned to like England. It was no Paris, but she lived a far better life in London and made pretty decent money even after her boss, Ms. Halifax, had taken her cut.
She struggled through her early years in school, her flighty personality leaving her unable to focus properly and unwilling to see the value in a proper education. However, as she grew up and saw what a lack of education had done to her mother, she resolved to do better in school. By junior high, she saw an improvement in her grades and, although not particularly bright, Fifi found that certain subjects came more easily than others. Because of this improvement and her low-income status, she was given a scholarship to a high-end boarding school called L'Ermitage, outside of Paris. Fifi gratefully seized upon the opportunity to get away from her substandard living situations.
At L'Ermitage, Fifi learned not only English, but etiquette, classical studies, and equestrianism, among the usual subjects. She was a mediocre student, compared to her classmates, and though she was initially somewhat of an outcast due to her status as a scholarship student, her personality soon outshone the fact that she was a charity case. She gained a few friends and got by as well as she could in her classes. Fifi rarely went home to visit her mother, and when Coline died of lung cancer when she was seventeen, she did not attend the funeral.
Upon graduating from L'Ermitage, Fifi found that she had neither the desire nor the academic credentials to attend a university. She found herself homeless, working days as a waitress and shacking up with Etienne, the latest in the string of boyfriends she'd maintained at school. At eighteen, she had plenty of experience with men, perhaps the one thing she had in common with her mother. When Etienne decided that having sex with her wasn't worth putting up with her mess, Fifi was forced out on her own, living in a one-room apartment not much better than the place she was raised in, and which her waitressing job barely afforded. It was then that she found an easier way to make money which came far more naturally to her: as an escort.
At first, the agency she worked for was rather unscrupulous, and she didn't see very much of the money she earned. Her clients wanted sex more than they wanted companionship or arm-candy, and she found herself fearful that she would catch something sooner or later. Luckily, she was saved from that fate by a business card one of her clients left behind, for a far more promising-looking agency. Fifi called the number, and was granted an interview.
Her looks were perhaps the one thing she had going for her, and it was this asset which landed her the job. She was given a stipend for new clothing, which she jumped at the chance to buy: nicer, tailored clothing which made her look more professional and an expensive haircut were exactly what she needed to get ahead in her line of work, and she was soon pulling in enough money to afford a little bit nicer flat and some extra besides. She became very popular with her clients, and found her evenings filled with nice restaurants, theatres, shopping trips, and, of course, sex. Soon she found that she didn't mind the sex so much, and even enjoyed it from time to time. But soon enough the agency was raided by the police and was forced to close, and the young woman found herself jobless at twenty-one. She decided she needed a change.
This change came in the form of a one-way ticket to England. She'd been afforded the opportunity to learn English in school, and it was enough to convince her that London was the place for her. She was smart enough, however, to look before leaping: she obtained a reference from her former employer for an agency in London that looked promising. Little did she know that it operated as a front for major criminal activity.
It didn't take long for Fifi to become popular among clients; French girls were somewhat of a commodity, and despite her lazy eye, she'd grown into quite the looker. One of the men who requested her the most often was a certain Colonel Sebastian Moran, and between his good looks and his sexual prowess, she soon gained a certain fondness for him and even looked forward to his call. Besides the perhaps shady activity going on around the agency's building on Conduit street, Fifi had no qualms with her new job, and even learned to like England. It was no Paris, but she lived a far better life in London and made pretty decent money even after her boss, Ms. Halifax, had taken her cut.
