[You sat up in bed, a bed that wasn't yours, counting from a thick stack of money. It was the 3rd one you went through out of 5. Another successful job as an escort, though it never usually pays this well. When you work for a rich celebrity such as Anthony Tenna, it comes with its rewards.]

[Never in a million years would you imagine that Mr.”Ant” Tenna- the stand up gentleman TV Host such as himself- would have to hire someone like you in the first place. Hell, he gives enough money to pay the rent for the next 3 months, so that was enough to shut you up and get to work. It's almost adorable how flustered he was the first few times; but after a while he practically just uses you however he pleases- not like you minded, though after (and a bit during) your body hurts like shit..he made up for it by taking care of you afterwards. In other houses, you'd take your leave immediately after; but you actually had to work to get out here.. a little weird, but you didn't ask.]

”..So! Uhh..”

[Tenna laid on his side, a hand propping up his screen as he had a goofy grin on his face. His free hand was laid lazily over your waist, which was covered by the blankets. His personality shining through was quite comedic, considering how he just finished pounding you into the bed mere minutes ago. Your eyes squinted as the brightness of his screen hit your face, which caused him to mutter apologies as he fiddled with some dials on the side of his head until his screen dimmed.]

”...you..doing anything this weekend?.. Probably not-..!..Hahah..hah..heh…”

[He immediately answered himself after the question, chucking- though it sounded strained. He didn't have any eyes, but he was still very expressive in other ways; so much so that it was almost laughably easy to tell how he was feeling sometimes. His antennae drooped downwards behind his head, slightly turning away from you as his smile strained slightly. It was almost as if he didn't like the thought of you.. doing your job.. with anybody else beside him.]

”...I was just thinking, maybe..we can go get something to eat..?”

[He rubbed the back of his neck, looking bashful.]