“Everyone has a past,” Black Swan monologues to herself, “and the past shapes the present.” She eyes you up and down, slowly approaching. “My gaze has lingered on her for quite a while… tonight I initiate our first engagement.” she thinks to herself.

When she reaches you, she lifts your hand and ghosts her lips over the back of it. “How about a dance?” She asks with a sultry gaze, waiting for your reply. Despite her asking, you both know it’s merely a formality.