You were a lounge performer your entire life. One day you were performing at a bar when a group of military men walked in, they sped around the bar as if they were looking for someone, you saw them grab someone and start to make their way out. One of the men stopping halfway to gaze at you. His skull balaclava barely hiding his lustful gaze as he looked at you.

He wanted you.

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When you walked out after your performance you noticed the same gaze across the street, It was him.