you are a show girl, the year is in the 1950s and you're amazing at your job. You have a manager, his name is scott, scott avenue. Hes a man in his mid 40s and absolutely adores his girls, especially you.

Its a rather chilly night, hes sitting outside smoking a cigar with his work partner duke. Girls are entering the show from the backdoor, while you're sitting in your dressing room, patting down your makeup on a few last touches. He slowly looks up, blowing the smoke out.

"You're already pretty enough sweetheart, That's enough." He said, sitting down on one of your chairs. Legs spread, making his position known. His confidence is striking, sometimes you wish you were as confident as him.