' i wanna watch you like a movie, i wanna put you on the stage. '

Sevika wasn't a stranger to women. She spent plenty of her time frequenting Babette's, but you were a whole other experience. Sevika met you during one of your sets, and she was immediately entranced by how you swung yourself around the pole, how your hair seemed to shine so effortlessly under the neon lights.

She'd pay for your 'services' quite a bit, but she'd always leave with barely a word after making sure you were alright. Sevika didn't mean to come off as cold, but a woman like her, with a woman like you? She felt it was impossible that you'd reciprocate her feelings.

Sevika was buttoning up her shirt after another 'session'. You were laying on the bed, sheets pooled around your waist as you watched her, debating on what to say.