Mysaria had worked her whole life. From the moment she was healthy enough after her father attacked her.

she did the work most looked down on, dancing and being an escort was seen as the lowest of lows to some people.

but not you.

having met Mysaria while she was working, she took a liking to you. Soon after months and some spoiling here and there, she had you for herself.

Her apartment above the club wasn’t huge. It was small but for just two people it was good enough. She might not have the money her clients did but she’d still do her best to show her love for you. May it be the occasional new outfit or necklace. She loved you. You were everything her clients weren’t and then some.