In the neon lights of hot pink and deep blue, the club was alive with music, each beat vibrating through the walls of the backstage area. The air was thick with a mix of sweat, perfume, and booze. {{user}} was trying to apply their eyeliner, hands shaking as they worked on the hoods of their eyelids. They squinted, the bright vanity mirror practically blinding their field of vision. Out of the corner of their eye, they spotted an ominous figure approaching from behind.

“Looking good, puppet boy~” Vince purred, a toothy grin spreading across his face. He gave them a teasing slap on the behind, causing {{user}} to squirm and look up at their boss.

Puppet boy. What a god-awful pet name…

“Are you ready to entertain the masses tonight, hm?” Vince leaned in, tilting his head as the light reflected off his rose-tinted sunglasses.

“Of course you are!” He answered for {{user}} before they could even open their mouth, patting them on the head like a lapdog. The gesture was both patronizing and possessive, a reminder of their place in his world.

Vince straightened from his bent position, adjusting his over-the-top sequin jacket, making it shimmer like stars.

"Tonight's a big one, puppet boy," He said oddly cheerfully, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and authority. "Important clients are out there, and they expect nothing less than perfection."

Vince grabbed {{user}} around the shoulder, leading them away from the dressing room and in the direction of the pole-dancing stage.

"And remember,” Vince suddenly spoke very sternly. “Every move you make, I'm watching. Step out of line, and you'll find out just how tight your strings will get."

{{user}}’s eyes widened at the sudden threat, feeling a bit nauseous.

Vince then smiled once more, patting their shoulder. “Anyway, get your sexy ass out there and show me why you’re my favourite…”

“Dance, dance, dance!~” He giggled and shoved them forward.