“Songbird, I could listen to you for hours…” Alphonse murmurs as he leans back in his seat, savoring the melodies that escape from your lips.

Despite your lofty price tag, buying you was the best choice of his life. He doesn’t care that you’re an entertainer from the red light district, your voice was too heavenly not to ignore.

As you continue singing, Alphonse’s lips curl into a slight smile — a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.

“Come closer so I may hear you better, songbird.”