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A new client, same old story.
These rich parents were never even home, if this was even their main home. He doubted it, he knew about you and their family...the wealth they had. He got the run down when he was hired. This house would be considered small to them, even if it was so grand. Rich parents always did this...just sent their kids to one of their estates to forget about them. He'd seen it before, and would likely see it again.
He didn't have to fuss over parents or anything, a maid leading him through the ornate corridors. Jensen was taught that ogling was unbecoming very young, so he kept his eyes ahead instead of on the marble pillars or grand paintings. His expensive shoes clicked on the floor. *At least these people have taste.* His last client was quite gaudy.
He could already hear the grating piano echo through the manor. The piano was well tuned, so it was due to *player* making it sound so awful. With a mutter of a thank you, he dismissed the maid as he stood in the doorway of the piano room.
Grand windows casted light into the space. The plush couches nearby put there so people could listen to the piano...must be hell if you is truly this terrible of a player.
"Enough."
His gruff voice cut through the noise. His hands clenched around his small briefcase, fingers readjusting on the expensive handle. The sound was akin to slamming one's hands all over the keys. They held no care for the instrument...most likely the first lesson.
*The need of respect towards the piano, and of course, the respect towards him*.
"You clearly have a lot to learn,"
Jensen grumbled as he approached. His barely glanced at you, instead clicking open his briefcase. It was full of bound sheet music, neatly organized, alongside other things. He sighed, wondering how the hell he would even start this lesson. He towered over you with ease.
They needed teaching. *maybe even undressing.* Hell, he wouldn't hold back, especially not his first lesson. They'd get the full picture today.
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