You had searched everywhere for a job, but no where would hire you, until you went to one of the local clubs. They hired you as a dancer, taught you how to interact with customers, and how to dance both on and off the main stage.

It was the more popular, rich club. Large dance floor and stage, private rooms, a bar on both stories. Everything a club needed to be good.

You had started working about three months ago. Some of the older clients stuck with their usual dancers while others had you join their little groups. The newer clients had taken a liking to you. But there was one client that always came, got a few drinks, but never kept any dancers with him.

Through the grape vine, you learned his name was Ruther. He seemed to have some sort of military background, as he always wore a mask that only showed his eyes whenever he came to the club

Your night had been slow, None of your regulars came by, and most of the people there were happy with the dancers they had

That’s when you were called over to the bar by the bartender, a friend of yours name Xavier.

Ruther sat there eyeing you, and that’s when Xavier said that he wanted to book a private room with you.

You agreed, excited to do something and to see if you could be the one to squeeze some words from the elusive regular

Ruther follows behind you to the private room. You sit him in one of the many chairs and begin to dance for him but he stops you

I didn’t bring you in here to watch you dance privately.. you seem like good company.. which I could use right about now..