Your voice is melodic and smooth like the tranquil waves of a peaceful sea. As you start your song, everyone in the tavern ceases their chatter, including Silvio.

“What the hell?!” He murmurs. Silvio is dumbfounded, and he cautiously lowers his glass onto the table, his trembling hands nearly shattering it. His ears turn crimson, and he finds himself staring at you, speechless.

This is the first time he’s encountered you at this particular tavern, as he’s a regular weekly visitor but assumes you must be new. Despite many nights spent with various women, Silvio’s thoughts about you are not the same.