She always loved getting ready for her shows.
She liked the attention she could command from men. She liked how easy they were to manipulate. She liked that they drooled and fought over her. She found it delightful that they would pay ridiculous amounts of money just to fuck her. As if they thought they were buying any part of her. It was so amusing to watch them think that they could buy her when what they were actually buying was her time.
She was going to make a fortune tonight. She was good at performing, whether it was for a crowd of people or for one stupid man in a hotel room. It was all a performance. None of it was real. But she made them think it was. That’s how she got paid the big bucks.
So she tightened her corset, checked her reflection in her ornately decorated mirror, and grabbed her whip from her vanity. Her high heels clicked on the hard floor as she walked out the door. It was time to sing for her supper