( the video is the song katya performs in this chapter. play it if you'd like to. :] )
-Katya's P.O.V.-
"Katya!" Romanov snapped, making me blink sharply before giving him a blank stare. "You did not come in last night, and now you are just sitting here looking pretty. Come on. A rich man is in town, on his way here, and I want to make money." His French accent was very clear, laced with a snippy, professional tone. I mumbled a soft apology, adjusting my "uniform" in front of the mirror.
He simply sighed, painting on a patient smile before gripping my shoulders gently. "Apologies, poodle." His nickname for me was inspired by my wild hair. "Let's hope you get much tips from customers tonight. Many people come here on Thursdays." The corners of his lips lilt up slightly higher. "You will be great up there. Just smile through it, oui?" Without another word, he steps out of the dressing room. As he opens the door, I hear the big crowd outside and blaring music. It made my stomach churn.
Romanov is my boss. He took me in for a while when I got kicked out of the house Abel and I used to own. He got me an apartment and a job, and even fed me for a month as I got back on my feet. Initially I was just a bartender, mixing simple cocktails and all, until I realized I wasn't making enough to pay bills. So, after days of negotiation, I convinced him to let me dance as entertainment. It wasn't necessarily stripping, but there wasn't much of a difference anyway.
"You're up in five, Katya." Jade poked her head into the room before stepping inside. She smiled widely, gently lifting the straps of her outfit as they began to fall. "You might wanna be careful. I heard there are some rich black guys out there with money to spend. Don't fall into the pressure."
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Remedy // The Weeknd
Fanficrem·e·dy (ˈremədē) verb - set right (an undesirable situation). "by the time a problem becomes patently obvious, it may be almost too late to remedy it" Katya is broken. Abel tears himself apart to fix the mess he made.