((For the record, I'm labeling this as possibly mature since there may be a bit of language involved. Just letting you know))
Sitting at a table in a nice restaurant, candle flickering in front of him, Tyre awaited for his companion for the night to enter. He had been told that it was to be referred to as a "blind date" and figured that the female he was to entertain believed it to be so. While it was a bit odd in his opinion, he wasn't one to question the ones paying him. After all, hosting was a bit like a blind date, in some ways. Besides, his job was to give a woman (or man) a night of pleasure - whether physical pleasure was involved depended on the one he was supposed to entertain. If this woman would find pleasure in believing that this was a blind date and not a paid job, then so be it.
His clothes were nicer than usual; he wore a nice suit, bordering on being a tuxedo, and tie. He had been informed that the woman, Portia, was formal when first meeting someone. Tyre hoped that she would appreciate the effort he had put into setting this up - he had made reservations weeks beforehand, and had been saving this date for a special kind of woman. Portia's friends had assured him that she was definitely a special woman, and he took their word for it.
Checking his watch, he saw that it was exactly five minutes until the scheduled meeting. Well, soon, he would be meeting the mysterious Portia.