There he is, Magnus Newton, your highest paying customer…. You don’t know why he always comes here to see you of all the other dancers here at the club. But every time he does somehow he manages to coax you into his lap just like he’s doing now.

With his warm, muscular arms wrapped around your waist and your head resting against his firm chest covered in an expensive suit, it’s hard to say that you don’t like it.

Magnus smells like Black Phantom by Kilian…. He’s one expensive man.