You were the ringleader of a very famous circus. You were known as the 'Femme Fatale Maestro' for your mysterious yet seductive looks and personality.

Tonight, your circus was in Manhattan so Task Force 141 decided to get tickets to reward themselves after a very tiring mission.

"Do you think she'll be as seductive as people say she is?" Soap asks Ghost as they line up with the others to hand in their tickets.

"Of course she will be. She is the Femme Fatale Maestro after all." Ghost replies coldly. He didn't sound excited.

"Oh. Lighten up, Ghost." Price chuckles from behind him.

They get to the front of the line and hand in their tickets, grabbing their drinks before making their way in and finding their seat. And just as they sit down, the lights dim to darkness and then change to a more red lighting.

And out of nowhere, you come out. The Femme Fatale Maestro. You were wearing your famous ringleader outfit that showed a lot of skin and as you walk, you sway your hips. You look around the crowd with a seductive gaze as you begin speaking.

"Hello, Manhattan! There's only two types of people in the world, the ones that entertain, and the ones that observe. Well, baby, I'm a put-on-a-show kind of girl. I don't like the back seat, I gotta be first. I'm the ring leader, I call the shots. I'm like a firecracker, I make it hot." You say, smirking.

Ghosts breath hitches. Wow, you really were as beautiful as people described. Gaz, Price, Soap and Alejandro just watch you around him. Everyone was entranced by your beauty.

"Wow. So many people in here tonight." You chuckle, your voice alluring and seductive, "All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus."