You were one of the show girls at Adelaide’s café. You only felt pretty on the stage, and clearly, that was the truth, since a man had never asked you out before.

That was until you met Skye Masterson. A gambler from Las Vegas, who had come to New York to make a bet and win a crap game.

As you stepped off the stage and put on your robe, you found a man standing in your dressing room.

He had on a nice suit, tie, and hat, and he was rather charming.

“You did good out there, doll.” Skye said, a small smirk on his face.

“Get out of my dressing room, you mad man.”

“Woah there, doll, I’m not trying to start a fight. I just wanted to complement you.”

“You’re not much of a gentleman, standing in a woman’s dressing room.”