(Y/n) lives in world overtaken by the Condescension. Your race, the human race, lives in constant fear of genocide while living in squalor. There are those that apply for jobs, servants of the highbloods and nobles that now rule over your world. With your family starving, you apply for a job as an entertainer of sorts. A dancing girl. What will happen when scum meets royalty? Love? Hate? I guess you'll just have to read it to find out. Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie. You belong to yourself. Art belongs to me. Any poems used belong to me, unless otherwise stated. I'm writing this story on my phone, so if there are any spelling errors or grammatical mistakes please feel free to correct me. I don't intend to finish this story.