Private Dancer | Falice

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Everything seemed to have calmed down. The Whyrm had to close and both Hal and Tom were still behind bars since there was a bigger investigation going on to discover what their ties are to the drug trade in Riverdale. Alice and the other girls had gotten compensation that outed itself in a payment.

At first she had her doubts about accepting the money, but in the end FP had convinced her to do something good with it so when she had gotten the letter that she was accepted into the art school she once started at she decided to use Hal's money to pay for that and make sure her debts were covered. Everything he once ruined for her slowly restored itself.

So there she was, two months later and ready to start school. FP had driven her to the university that was close to Riverdale so he could say her goodbye on her first day. Words couldn't even describe how proud he was of her. 

He'd never thought he would end up in a relationship with the woman who wanted to sleep with him so she could make some extra money, but here he was. He had fallen head of heals in love with her and in just a few months they had an insane journey together.

''Never thought I'd ever see this place again.'' She murmured in herself when he looked up at the big building she was about to enter. 

FP wrapped his arms around her from behind and placed a soft kiss on her neck. She might be the oldest there, she had just as much a story to tell and she couldn't wait to find a way to express herself through painting.

''I'm so proud of you.'' He whispered quietly. Alice turned around in his arms, before she pecked a kiss on his lips. 

Those words mean everything to her. If it wasn't for him she probably would never realize that she gave up on her dream, but now her eyes were opened and she was ready to start over.

''Now get that sexy ass of you in there.'' He slapped her butt and playfully pushed her towards the entrance. 

She looked around again with a big grin on her face to see him wink at her and blowing her a hand kiss. She blew one right back at him before the first day of the life she had always dreamt of.

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Alice walked into the studio, looking at the fourteen paintings on the wall, including her own one. Not long before her second audition FP had convinced her to use the painting she made in rehab, even if it was hard for her to even look at it. That painting told her story. From now on she wanted to share that story with the world.

The exposition was set up so the class would get to know each other way better, since all the painting in the room were the pieces they had used for their auditions and meant something special to them. It suddenly made everyone more vulnerable.

''It's powerful.'' A voice snapped Alice out her trance and now she looked at the girl next to her. 

She had been staring at her own painting and for a moment she had relived the session when she had made it. It was the first time outside her treatment group or FP who had said anything about it. She wasn't sure she was ready to have a conversation like that.

''Thank you.'' Alice said quietly, not knowing how to respond. Most artist loved to talk about their work and most of the time she loved it as well, but with this painting it was just different.

''I'm serious. It's painful and so strong at the same time. What has led up to this work?'' The woman next to her asked curious. Alice loved the compliments, but it made her a little uneasy at the same time.

She nervously fiddled with her nails, trying to come up with another explanation to hide what was really behind it, but then she decided that it was best to just be honest. ''I can't really talk about it, yet.'' Her voice softly spoke.