[ Her breath rushes out in a laugh. It should be bitter but even she's surprised to hear it come out warm, shaky and bright. ]

I know. I know — [ Her voice catches and she has to pull in a sharp breath to steady it again. ] Someone like me shouldn't be an idol. That's why it's all pretend.

[ She was broken long before she ever stood on stage but that was something that could be forgiven — but nobody can forgive an idol who's filthy, who cheats on her fans. The kind who lets someone have his way with her right out on the floor of her own home then asks to be taken to bed for more.

None of them would ever forgive her. None of them would ever accept her.

But that's fine. She tips her face up towards his, close enough to feel his breath on her mouth. ]

So I won't be an idol right now. I'll just be your Master. That's fine... right?