Childe headed backstage, taking off his jacket and letting out a heavy sigh of annoyance. He was exhausted, but at the end of the day, money is money. He leaned against the wall, taking a drag of his cigar.

Suddenly, he spotted the face he couldn't forget in the audience earlier. His face went red and he smiled again, but with a deep breath regained his composure. He quickly finished the cigar and began to approach you. "Hey sweetheart," He murmured with a sultry tone. "Waiting on someone?"