His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza didn't beat around the bush. "Lydia, I need to talk to you."

"Talk to me?" Lydia gave Eliza a once-over, then stepped aside. "Come in, let's chat."

Eliza laid out her predicament.

It took Lydia a moment to absorb the news. Eliza had always been the top student and the pride of their town. She had even gotten into the most prestigious university with flying colors. "Are you... in trouble?"

Eliza nodded, her every move heavy with worry. "I owe someone money, so I came to... ask for a job."

"You don't have a job?" Lydia was taken aback.

"I do, but I was thinking of working evenings... like a part-time gig. Can you help me out?" Eliza bit her lip.

She'd heard Lydia was now the top manager and could probably find a spot for someone without much hassle. It just depended on whether Lydia was willing to help.

Lydia lit a cigarette, her piercing eyes never leaving Eliza. "You can't handle this job."

can dance." Eliza had been talented from a young age. In college, she even taught herself jazz

the smoke slowly, her brow furrowed. "...this place is

such thing as someone who can't adapt. It's only environments that

had never been more

own since she was eighteen. She knew that a woman wouldn't come to a place like this unless

Eliza nodded. "I'm sure."

But Eliza, you need to understand that this job may pay well but comes with a

to be upfront about the

as the lowest rung of society, looked down upon, and despised. In the eyes of men, dancers were mere playthings devoid of dignity and value.

but sleeping with them... that's my limit." That was Eliza's bottom

in. Come by this weekend, and I'll personally teach

issues. I'll

Eliza was the

of the Design

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