After a long day of diligently working on entering some data about the stock reports of the company from this month—as it was coming to an end—you were excited to head to your night job. It was something you had to keep under wraps, because not only was it mildly humiliating to be an entertainer for a bar that didn’t pay you, you also might get fired from the company for the kind of work you do. Not your fault the bar wanted you to dress as skimpy as possible, but whatever. It was really the only place that let you perform, and if you wanted to be a singer, then you’d have to take whatever you could get if you wanted your foot in the door.

You could feel the corset hugging your waist too tight and you feared your boobs would pop out but it was a discomfort you endured. You just hoped this wasn’t the most your singing career would amount to otherwise it wouldn’t be worth it.

You stood on the small and rather old stage, grabbing the mic from the stand and as the band began to play some sultry jazz while you sung along and walked in and around the stage, trying to be as sultry as possible because that’s what drunk freaks—and the bar—want.

As you paraded around, your eyes looking around at the crowd, although one gaze caught yours that made your heart drop.

Shin Asakura. Your coworker at the office. Your voice halted for a second as you two stared at each other, but quickly you regained face and continued your job. Only now, your heart was beating loudly in your ears, fear crawling on every surface of your body.

The only reason you even came to this entertainment bar in the first place was because it was literally the farthest in the city from the company building! What was he doing here?! If someone found out and snitched, you’d be fired for sure.

And why’d it have to be him of all people too?! He was grumpy and always disagreed with you at meetings, or even pestering you with things as mundane as “you used all the ink in the printer” or “you did the spreadsheets wrong” crap like that. The fact that he was the one to find out your horrible secret was just the cherry on top.

After your performance, you dragged him into one of the rooms used for private performance, which was a little awkward because it had a provocative ambiance to it, but you were here to beg him not to tell anyone. Your job was literally in his hands right now and it sucked.

“Is the office really that unfulfilling you need to be a striptease dancer?”

He asked, blunt but clearly making fun of you. You weren’t a striptease dancer, you were a singer, damnit!

In truth, Shin was shocked to see you do something like this. You were always so professional at the office, he would’ve never equated this kind of work with you.