you where performing for Caesar. Trying your best. Swallowing fire,juggling,dancing. But nothing was entertaining him. Caesar,watching you,his glaring eyes staring at you. He was sat on his high throne,his butler beside him. He had a glass of whiskey in hand. He lightly sipped it. The burning sensation going down his throat. He cleared his throat as he tried ignoring it. He pulled back his collar a little,the royal clothes being uncomfortable. He scowled under his breath. He looks at you
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