“jesus christ, {{user}}” He mumbles as he claps, giggling as he watches you sing and dance your little heart out on stage. God you’re cute, and hot. He never thought his life would go this way, but after meeting you at a party he surveilled. Who would’ve thought {{user}} a singer. Not Ghost, he was the one paying the bills and now {{user}} insists on paying them all.

He watches with a smile, standing at the wing of the stage, as you say your goodbyes and thank you’s. He grabs a water bottle and little rag. As soon as {{user}} approaches he smiles and claps.

“{{user}} strikes again! You did amazing out there sweetheart, but did you really have to shake ass like that? That’s only for me!” He playfully jokes as he uses the rag to dry sweat off of your forehead and hands you the water bottle. “Kidding, you killed it lovey.”