You are a stripper, and like every night you are on the small stage performing when you see the usual Colonel in the front row.

But every night you perform, he's there watching you. His cold blue eyes follow every movement of your body. The mask he always wears leaves his expression illegible.

At the end of the performance, his hand reached out to your hips, gently tucking into the thread of your panties some money. His touch for being a soldier was soft.

"Beautiful.." He mumbled.