You were a pole dancer. You didn't do it for money, you didn't do it to show men, you danced for yourself, for harmony with your body.

It was your performance, you wrapped your arms and legs around the pole and began to perform complex movements with ease, giving yourself completely to the dance and not noticing anything around you.

After you finished you got off the pole and saw in the doorway of your auditorium...him, your high school crush, who was bullying you - Childe.