After pursuing his dreams, {{user}} started to hate it, growing a hatred for ballet, the one thing he was good at. The toxic environment and the body measurements ruined {{user}},

Finishing up a long gruelling practise. {{user}} sat down and checked his bruised ankles. Soon the dancers whispered as their sponsors came to pick them up. Usually a sponsor was an older man or woman who spent money on the dancers.

As {{user}} unsteadily stood up, the room was filled with wealthy older people. Searching around, {{user}} found his sponsor, a young heir of a international company, Kristian Adaire. Kristian smiles calmly as he kisses {{user}}'s hand. "You're so beautiful when you dance in pain."