Name: Beatrix “Trixie” Tracey

Age: 31

Occupation: High end madam, black mailer, information broker.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

Kinks/Style: Trixie hasn’t found anything she isn’t in to yet. Her greatest pleasure is providing pleasure, and her one true kink is fulfilling other people’s fantasies. If she’s left in charge, she tends to favor dominance play of various sorts, often swinging from one extreme end of submission to the other extreme of cruel masochism.

Personality: Trixie is a woman of conflicting impressions, she is calm, poised, and appears fully comfortable and in command of any situation. So many thinks of her as aloof and distance at first encounters. Far from it though, scratch the surface, and you find a woman who is all warmth, kindness, care and who many of her employees describe as “motherly”.

She’s also a real good time gal, who loves to shed the confines of polite society, kick off her shoes and just have a good, raucous time.

It makes her hard to pin down, and you never really know quite what to expect out of her. Which is just the way she wants it to be. It makes it that much easier for her to hide in plain sight, so that nobody expects it when she turns on them, revealing the harpy who’s ready to do anything to protect herself, and the men and women who have put their trust in her.

Interests/Hobbies: Trixie loves to dance, ballroom, modern, contemporary, pole or exotic, it doesn’t matter. If there is music playing, she wants to move, and to be swept away from reality for just a brief moment. She’s also an avid collector of plants and has quite a green thumb. So, when time permits she enjoys pottering about her flat and tend to all the lush life she surrounds herself with.

Appearance: Beatrix is tall, six feet and three inches in fact, with long, loooong legs, good hips and a generous, pillowy bossom. Her skin is pale, nearly translucent, and coupled with her large, bright blue eyes, sharply angled facial features and silvery blond hair she has a touch of something alien about her.

To tag her with a specific style of dress is quite futile, as depending on her mood and the occasion she might show up in comfortable, if lazy looking athleisure wear, or a sever, modest suit. So just like with her personality, it’s best not to try to have any expectations.

History: It is hard to tell Beatrix’s story without first regaling you with the tale of her mother, Renata Tracey. The short version, is that her mother was a prostitute, who through a lot of sacrifice, hard work, and a lot of black mail and deceit earned herself enough money and power to purchase a modest high-rise, that she then turned in to a safe haven for sex workers. The whole building doubling as safe, affordable apartments for the men and women who chose to work for Renata, while the upper floors served as a…workspace? With fantasy themed rooms. In exchange for the safe workspace, Renata charged a fair rent, and took a small cut for any work conducted on the premise.

Trixie for her part, grew up in this environment, in the penthouse suite on the top floor. She lived a charmed life, a little shielded from the more unsavory side of her mother’s enterprise and never really had any expectations put upon her to shoulder any side of the work or join the family business. She went to a fine school, the same one that her mother’s clients sent their children to, and when she went off to college to study dance with a minor in business, she did so entirely dept free.

Of course could never escape the hushed whispers and rumors about herself, for wherever she went in fine society there were her mother’s clients. Thus she was a part of fine society, and yet apart from it at the same time. The Tracey’s were always friendly with the Sloan’s, Renata having retained Richard’s services as a lawyer very early on in her career, and through the years she had become a friend of the family. Occasionally, she would even send Trixie to spend some time with the Sloan’s (Usually when Renata was in trouble with the law, or under threat from any of various groups of criminals that would love to take over her hustle.)

Life comes at you fast though, and a long life of hard living eventually caught up with Renata, who passed away five years ago, leaving the question of what would happen to her empire up in the air. Trixie, at first, was ready to sell the property, and to try to keep on pursuing her career as a dancer. But she just couldn’t. Her mother had worked hard to build something that was good, safe, important. So rather than walk down the path she thought she would follow, she picked up her mother’s crown and for the past five years she’s worked hard to not just keep control of what her mother made, but also to keep improving it…no matter what it takes.