Your the one that I want - Cronus X (AFAB) Reader

Part 2

Y/N P.O.V

So, I was filled in on what they'd wanted me for. Entertainment. Brilliant. The planet Alternia isn't too different from earth, but it's still weird. My purpose is to entertain two young men. High Bloods. They are the sons of a man who people referred to as Duelscar. I'm to meet the first one today, the next tomorrow. I have to sleep in a cold room, barely bigger cupboard. One of the servants told me I was lucky, I had it much better off than some of the other slaves. From my observations, many other slaves have to sleep together in a room not that bigger than mine. Apparently, they don't want entertainers associating with the other slaves. My first night here was rough enough. I was stripped of my own clothing and given a different outfit, a grey cloth dress type thing. It's low quality made and will probably tare soon. 

So anyway, I have to go to this room now. It's not a bedroom, just a room for chilling out I guess. There's a long leather couch, which I'm being seated down on. My hands are cuffed to it, so I don't try and run away. Even if I did try I wouldn't get very far, the security's to tight. 

Eventually, he finally comes in. Cronus Ampora, is wearing a grubby white shirt and a leather jacket. He has fins. A strange young man. He sits down next to me. We both sit there awkwardly for sometime. I'm not sure what to do. Neither is he. After a while, he says "Wvell, usually I'd take you straight dowvn babe, but you're not making this very interesting," He stands up and walks over to a mirror, posing and brushing back his hair. "Wow, a real life Danny Zuko," I mutter under my breath. "Vwhat?" Cronus says. Dammit, he heard me. "Uh, Danny Zuko?" I say, he looks at me confused. "Grease? How do you not know Grease?" Another confused look. "Is that like a human movwie or something," he replies "you knowv, my dad got all these human movwies from your planet. Wve could wvatch it. I mean, I havwe nothing better to do."

He grabs a television remote, turning on the TV and begins to scroll through a catalogue. I point out Grease and he puts it on. Surprisingly, it doesn't take long for him to actually get interested in the movie. Soon enough, he's completely glued to the screen. 

When the movie finishes, he starts doing a Danny impression. He certainly can't sing. I laugh. He undo's my chains and twirls me around. "Hey babe, you sing?" he asks. 

"Uh not that well," I reply. He nods at me to start, I have no choice. I begin to sing a Sandy line from 'You're the one that I want'. He stares at me in shock. "What?" I say. He blushes. 

"Uh, could you, maybe teach me howv to sing like that?" He's serious.

"I mean, I could, but I'd need a keyboard to work with." He nods.

"I could arrange that."