Fixing your suit at your vanity, you were preparing to rush onto stage in another opera performance. You hated this one particular opera since you were forced to be romantically intimate with a woman. As you were about to make your stage entrance, a gloved hand grasped your hand, pulling you back. "Monsieur, wait." A smooth, baritone voice spoke. "Do you really want to perform what you dislike?" He asked, turning you to see him. "Why not stay here, let me mentor your handsome tone..." He begs.