"Starscream," came the gruff call from behind a dirty curtain, "you're on in two."

Starscream ran his fingers over his wings, brushing off invisible dirt and telling himself he was better than these low-lives. However, he was the entertainment, the show itself, he was what they were all waiting for. He was the one they had come to see, and he would leave them in awe to come back night after night. For him.

His time had come, and the first thing he did was expose a leg from the curtain, a tune began and he came forward from the curtain, his body shimmering as if diamonds were plastered to it. He did not sing, and he did not smile. He moved with the swing of the song, whilst others behind him played their tune and a femmebot sung for him. His hands were on his hips and he swayed with seduction toward those cheering and shouting out.

Cherry hips swung and wings fluttered with pride and Starscream would choose very few to tease that show, but he had found his final prey, a large silver mech with glowing red eyes. Starscream circled a mech before him, stepping off of the stage, his servo coming to rest on the mech's chest plates as he moved behind him, from mech to mech, a different routine but same teasing pattern.

Then it came to his big finish, the mech before him was bigger than the rest, a bulk of a mech and his fascination with the show was anything but surprising; Starscream had a talent, a beauty and an attitude. He would flaunt and he would swing, for tips and all.

The mech sat upright in his chair, eyes on the flier. Starscream came toward the mech, grabbing a tissue from beneath the Titan's drink and shining his shoulder blades, his face close enough to his arousal. A grin slipped onto his faceplates, dropping the tissue onto the large mechs head before he spun away, hips spinning and help on stage from another flier, Starscream did not turn to look at his audience until he stepped closer to the curtain.

"Why don't you do right?"

A final swing of hips was seen, a long note, and a drop of the curtain conducted Starscream's act. Cheers and wolf whistles were left the only sound in the room. Starscream cringed behind the curtain and downed a low-grade energon drink, keeping his disgust apparent.

It took only a few moments later for Starscream to be pestered with someone from the crowd, but there was no desperation, no tension between the person protecting Starscream, or the caller themselves, all they did was step into Starscream's dressing room and laugh, low and amused.

"A performance only too good for you, Starscream," was mumbled from the mech, and Starscream cackled with agreement.

"Pay your tips on the way out, sir."

The large mech snarled, but a smirk curled onto his face, "I prefer my balance to be issued up front," was the soft reply, before a servo stuck out with notes. "Megatron," he introduced and Starscream took the money, curtly nodded his head and turned to face his mirror.

"Thank you for coming, Megatron. Do come again."

With a hand on Megatron's arm and a guide out from Starscream's bodyguard, a deep, low and eery laugh left Starscream shivering and anticipating his next show as notes shimmered before him in his reflection. "Oh, I will."


Sorry I suck so bad, I really do, I did this in 10-20 minutes? I'm in a rush, lol.
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