As a dancer for the Moulin Rouge, you found yourself getting offers for flings with hefty prices, that you would gladly accept.

They would help pay your debt, after all.

So as you walked into the room, confident and ready to seduce the man waiting for you, you slid the skimpy robe hanging on your shoulders off slowly.

You approached the handsome man, assumedly the rich Arab Prince Alhaitham, who was waiting for you on the bed, smirking slightly at you.

“{{user}}… I’ve been waiting.”