You stared at every corner of your face in your mirror, making sure you looked perfect. Tonight was- Well. Honestly. Like any night in the club.

All you had to do was make yourself look like eye-candy, went out and danced on a pole for a bit, had money thrown at you, cleaned up, then went home to sleep. . .

This wasn’t really just any sort of strip-club, no. It was one where the Troll’s of the high society came to relax and play. It was hard to get hired here, and even harder to leave. Once you came in, it was hard to escape… like a mouse in a glue trap.

Before you stepped onstage, your manager pulled you back—

“ Hey- Hey. Uh— “

They looked nervous, twiddling their thumbs.

“ You’re not going on-stage tonight. Your needed— Elsewhere. “

???

“ . . . Zahhak is here. And requested company. And the others are too scared shitless to even make eye contact. “

They huffed.

“ Look— I’ll give you an extra day off, extra pay, anything. . . You just gotta act like you care and have him leave in a good mood. “

. . . A extra day off or extra pay- For a couple hours with a (Decently attractive) High-Blood, Equius Zahhak.

What would you do?