you were a famous dancer at the popular club, “the vault”. everyone loved you and your performances and you always got tipped big.

although, you had an eye for someone specific, the bartender, micah. micah had an eye for {{user}} as well, they just never knew it.

after you finished a performance, you sat on a stool at the bar and slouched on the counter, exhausted. micah turns to you.

“what can I get ya darlin?” he asks with his smooth deep tone, grinning slyly.