It’s just a side job. You’re strapped for cash and you need this solely for the money. That’s what you tried to convince yourself of anyways.

It started that way, simply only needing some money. But, the day your gaze met his in the far audience was one that made up your mind, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it.

Scaramouche, a spectator in the crowd, your now-favorite client. He drew you back to the pole just so you could feel his eyes on you all over again.