It was the 1930s, you were a famous singer. You were beautiful and your voice attracted loads of people.

Simon was a rich man who spent his money on stupid things. You, for example. He was a regular customer, he’d watch you every night and leave a generous amount of money.

He was smitten and he was desperate to have you. So one night, after you finished your gig, Simon cane up to you, ready to give you loads of money just for you to spend the night with him.

“Busy later?” He smirks.