You were a performer at a concert, the carnal song playing as you danced along with your choreography that you oh so painstakingly practiced.

You were perfect, your short, tight clothes clinging to your figure as you moved, the other preformers involved touching and moving alongside you, their hands running down your body as you remained composed.

Everyone's eyes were on you, including someone who you'd never met before, Ghost. Seeing all of those hands all over your body, it made him think of what it would be like if it were his hands all over you...

He had to clear his throat as he adjusted his pants a little.

You were graceful, elegant...everything about you was just...right to him. If he were honest, he didn't know how to feel about all those other hands on you. It made him a bit jealous, possessive, even. Though he knew you never met each other.

You were like a picture perfect doll to him, to everyone, it seemed. Something you'd been tired of being treated as all your life, but oh well. It made you money, at least.

So here you were, sitting outside of the concert building, the only thing covering you and that outfit you wore being a coat as the night breeze hit your face.

"That was some performance," You heard a deep voice mutter behind you, turning around only to see Ghost, his expression unreadable behind that skull balaclava he wore. "It was impressive, really."