I think I better not tell my parents about all this.

"Ha. Good idea baby."

I was lying in his bed. He was almost on top of me. His fingers were engraving themselves into my leg. He's rough and beautiful when it comes to sex.

So when do I start working for you? And what will I do? 

"You start right now, as one of my dancers." 

Wait, what? I can't dance. 

"Have you ever done it before?" 

No... but I don't dance. 

Valentino touched me in the place. I won't tell you what it is, but I'm sure you all can guess. He moved his other hand up my chest. 

"A body like yours deserves to be shown, besides with your abilities it would make the audience come to their knees."

He's right. I did sign off my soul to him. I mean, my parents are gonna drag me into a ball sooner or later. I need practice. 

He stands up and walks over to the closet. He pulls out an outfit. It was all black. The shirt didn't have sleeves or a clear collar. It wasn't long enough to cover my entire chest. A small portion of my chest will be visible. So will most of my back. The boots looked really high and uncomfortable. He also gave me fingerless gloves that stretched halfway across my arm. The boots had high heels they were black.

You want me to where this?

"Yes. I expect you to baby." His voice grew sinister. 

I nod. I knew it would be best to agree.