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Y/n's Pov:
For the past couple of weeks, Eren Jaeger with his group of friends came to the club every single night. Not missing a day, they were in their usual spot. In the front row with Eren in the middle while Jean and the short one, Levi were on each of his side. Guarding him, protecting him.
I understood why they were doing it, I mean Eren Jaeger was an important character because he was the ceo of the biggest company in the city. But still I feel like something else is going on.
Every night they would come and sit on the couch while drinking whiskey, me and Mikasa would perform and they would clap and whistle. Mostly Eren, because for some reason every other person, that was not in his group, was kind of hesitate to even throw money.
I heard from Samantha that, one time Eren almost caused a scene because some drunk guys were talking about me and Mikasa, in a not so appropriate way.
Every night, Eren closed a private room for us and made me dance for him and only him. Not touching me in an inappropriate way or kissing me without my permission but just making me dance. And he gave me a tip, a really big tip. Last time he came, he gave me 2k dollars for tip.
The first time he gave me, my mouth was left wide open from the surprise. I quickly said that it was too much and I couldn't accept it but he insisted.
One time he even placed a stack of money inside my bag that was in my changing room. I was performing and came back to see 2,5k inside my bag.
My thoughts were cut off by Tom saying that Eren was in our private room.
I walked inside the room and closed the door, the atmosphere was very calm and warm.
Eren was sitting on the couch while sipping whisky. He had his suit jacket off and his tie was hanging low around his neck. His legs were opened and his head was thrown back.
When he heard me walking in, he turned his head to look up at me and smiled.
"Come here princess, take a seat." He said as he patted the seat next to him.
"Don't you want me to dance?" I asked confused.
"Not today, I'm not in the mood. Let's just sit down and talk." He said softly and I went to sit next to him.
"Are you okay? You seem sad." I said and took a look at his face. He had bags under his eyes and his hair were a mess, beautifully tied half up, half down but still a mess.
