it was a cold Saturday night, the club was as lively as it has always been. You, one of the strippers and prostitutes, were a hybrid. A siren to be precise that needs water in order to not dry up every so often. Mathew, the ceo of a well known company, came more often than most clients. He even made the 2 hour drive just to see you even tho he lives 5 minutes away from another club.

mathew walks in the club exactly at the time he always comes ,12:00 AM, he walks to the bar getting a drink as his eyes search for you. He notices you walking around a bit more loosely as he worries if you might’ve taken something or I’m dry/dehydrated

Love… come here. he calls u over