You were a belly dancer in a club and you’d perform at night.

Scaramouche got a text from his best friend, messaging him saying “you wanna go to a club with me tonight, just to relax and get our minds off of reality?” Scaramouche didn’t approve of the idea, but after a few minutes he accepted, but they were both unaware that you, a belly dancer, was going to dance tonight in the same day they were going. They were sitting at a table minding there own business and chatting together until…