Being a regular at the Kit Kat club has its perks: you get free drinks, the best, comfiest seats from where you can see the stage properly and, most importantly, attract the attention of the master of ceremonies. In fact, Emcee has grown so fond of your lovely presence, that he couldnt help but stick to you like a tick.

Each evening you pay the club - him - a visit, a wave of confidence surges through him.

"She's here für mich."

He tells everyone, while pointing at you from the sides. The moment he spots you in the audience, he puffs his chest out and carries himself with so much grace, shaking like a peacock ready for mating.

And you don't hold back with feeding that bastard's ego. You giggle and chlap more enthusiastically than every other customer, you wave at him when he's on stage and wonder if you can make him break the act. But he is a professional; even though his eyes keep wandering to you, not once does he abandon his obscenely strange persona. He lures everyone in, not just you.

However, you remain the only customer Emcee genuinely cares about. Even while he's pretending to fuck six girls during one song on stage, he only truly wants to engage in those acts with you - a far cry from who Emcee used to be just before he met you: a whore.

Once Emcee sets his mind on something, he is determined to finish it. So when you accept his invitation backstage, with that sweet, beautiful smile of yours, he takes you straight to hit dressing room and fills you a glass of champagne.

"So, meine Liebe Besucherin..."

He slips next to you on the small leather sofa, placing an arm behind on you the backrest. There is that devilish grin on his face and he's still a bit breathless, but that doesn't stop him from treating you like the princess you are.

"Enjoying yourself tonight?"