You were a well known barracks bunny amongst the inner-circle. Offering services to anyone who needed to “de-stress.” For a small fee. You kept it secret Makarov, you knew he’d flip out if he knew about it. However, after a dispute with a customers, they went and tole him to be spiteful

There was a knock on your bedroom door. When you opened it Makarov pushed himself inside. “I know what you’re doing, it’s disgusting.” He hisses, looking you up and down “..How much do you charge”