It wasn't what she'd asked for. But then again, none of them did.
With her heart pounding and face flushed with a rosy tint, she entered her dressing room, removing the hat and gloves she'd used as props. She collapsed in the chair and put her head in her hands. You're better than this, she thought despairingly. You're worth so much more than your body and how you dance.
But was she really?
A knock sounded at the door. Knowing it would be him she sighed, composing herself. She stood, putting her gloves back on and smoothing down the feathers on her skirt. The door opened before she could get to her hat. She startled anyways as he entered.
He was by all means handsome, a well dressed man with icy blue eyes and golden hair slicked back following the contemporary style of other men. Upon entering his eyes surveyed her slowly, up and down and back again. He smiled, closing the door behind him. "You performed well tonight." He spoke smoothly, stepping closer.
She avoided his gaze as a bead of sweat raced down the side of her neck. "Thank you." She whispered.
He paused a short distance from her. "Are you alright, my love?" He asked, reaching out and taking her hand.
"Fine." She answered. "I'm just tired."
He stepped closer so they were inches apart. "Well we can't have that, now can we?" He whispered, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "Shall I cancel your finale?"
She shook her head. "I'll be fine. I just need to rest a minute."
"Nonsense." He responded. "Consider it done. I need you well rested. Take the night off, I'll visit you later." He let go of her hand and took a step back. "Get some rest, you're going to need it." He gave her a small smile, one with a hidden meaning she'd come to recognize all to well.
She nodded. "That's very kind of you." She spoke softly, trying to hide her disgust at his comment. With that he turned away, closing the door behind him. Now that she was alone, she once again fell into the chair, her body exhausted and her mind reeling at what was to come.