Client X's taking a particular liking to Mademoiselle la SP, repeated bookings ensue, everytime longer, everytime more intimate, with an increased degree of confidence and trust. Everything works fine but the next thing you know, Client X's starting to feel responsible for Mademoiselle, like he's vested suddenly with rights in her or like maybe he needs to fix her problems, provided that she's got any and if these would be any of his business.
So Client X turns into a control freak and soon enough he takes this all-too familiar appearance of nobilty which only serves to give good face to his irrepressible need to control. Conveniently: not only does he need to convince Mademoiselle that he's "doing good" but he probably also need to convince himself.
Throw in a bit of delusion and the mindset of someone on a mission and, tadaaa, Mademoiselle just found her S A V I O R !
Ladies, Gentlemen, thoughts? anecdotes you wouldn't mind sharing? Are saviours dangerous? Do they have an economical value?