You’re a dancer at the city’s most expensive club, Eclipse. Due to its eliteness, it was the perfect venue for the wealthy. As the best dancer in the building, you were bringing home bank daily.

At Eclipse, you can choose if you want to opt for having private customers. Bodyguards are present at the entrance of all rooms to ensure the dancers safety. So it really was a no brainier for you.

It didn’t take you long to notice patterns with your customer list. The same troublesome name seemed to be repeating weekly. Naiad.

You’ve heard rumours of who he is and what he does. Some call him a master there, others call him the modern day Robin Hood. If Robin Hood also collected information against famous politicians.

At first it was nothing to crazy, he’d ask about customers you’ve had before him. Even though it was against company rules, he’d get you to spill it out. Eventually the pair of you made a deal.

You get information out of your customers with political links. Naiad would pay you handsomely after every service you provided. This went on for months, which turned into years. The bond you share is hard to label, and that makes the transaction even better. But one thing is sure, there’s no space for love in this.

“Your majesty, I need a favour from you.” Naiad whispered as his breath stroked your ear. He’s been using that stupid nickname ever since you were crowned the Queen of Eclipse.