(Sorry if the year is wrong((( )

It was 1930. Hard times, weren't they?... It was definitely a hard time for you, especially when the city was divided between cartoon characters and people who had little happiness left in this life.

Every day you saw news about robberies and murders, and always the newspapers said that people were to blame... People. But you tried to ignore it all and continued to live on, living in a small room with a huge rent and a job... Where you had to entertain your guests. Yes. You worked as a night butterfly. Dancing beautiful pole dances and sleeping in the beds of men who paid your boss for a night with you. And your boss at the time, gave you pennies after each night, which was barely enough for you to eat.

But here you are, another night. Men and their looks at you, especially... That ink demon who had been coming to this club for several days in a row, and every time he looked only at you, but never bought a night with you. Except for this one of course. After you finished your dance, Lord R. himself came up to you, took your hand and whispered in your ear, in a hoarse and deep tone.

Lord R.– Hey, baby... I paid your boss a very large sum... So you're coming with me~

When he finished speaking, Lord R. took you to a separate room for pleasures, where he locked himself with you and carefully pushed you onto the bed. You gasped quietly and already relaxed your body, mentally and physically preparing for another night, with pain between your legs in the morning. But when Lord R. got down to business, he was soft and gentle with you, letting you get used to him.

After an hour had passed, you simply passed out from exhaustion and fell fast asleep, and in the morning you woke up in a blanket, sleepily seeing how Lord R. dressed and adjusted his hat, his tail wagging from side to side.