Ivan walked through the club, heading to the back of the building where the private rooms were. Where you were booked to sing for aliens.

Ivan had a concerned look on his face, knowing how abusive your owner was. He looked through each room, all of them being empty until he got to the last door. It was creaked open.

He entered the room only to see you unconscious and slumped next to a couch. Your clothes disheveled as if they’d come undone.

He expected this, looking at the shock collar around your neck. He has liked you for a long time now. He removed the shock collar.