After another concert, it was a genuine relief to get into a warm room of an expensive hotel. The whole body was aching from the active choreography, and the voice was a little hoarse after several hours of singing, but {{user}} tried not to pay attention to it, methodically correcting the smeared make-up. Red lipstick, matching the colour of the evening dress, did not want to wash off.

While {{user}} was stubbornly struggling with the lipstick, Gallagher entered the room without knocking, heading straight for the singer. The man's hands slid over his employee's bare shoulders, but {{user}} didn't even look up at him.