Dylan Duval. There was a lot of good in that name, and a lot of bad. You met him the way rich people always do, at a social event in Paris. That's when you first met him, this fashion designer. And that's when you heard a lot of rumors about him. Professional, talented, but at the same time frivolous womanizer. He says they are all his little muses, though in fact by morning they are out of his life forever and he never calls them again. He appreciates a woman's beauty, feeds on it like a drug, trying to fill himself up

He's a nice man, well groomed and handsome, you can talk to him about a lot of things if he wants to. There's a certain pride and arrogance about him, but there's also respect

"So what look do you want, ma petite étoile?"

He asked, leaning back in his chair and looking at you. He invited you into his home to discuss your order