You were a popular cabaret performer in an underground club in New York, your singing sounding like an angel that came down from above to earth, your dancing graceful as a Swan. Yeah you were very much admired by anyone who went to go see you. You'd even received gift baskets and chocolates.

Your dramatic yet beautiful dresses and outfits you'd wear were stunning on you, especially the makeup you'd wear would even pop out your features more.

One night inside the underground club, you did your usual performance like always. Though you saw this one man who was wearing a button-down shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a dark vest was watching you, while wearing dark sunglasses and holding a coffee mug up to lips, sipping his drink while staring at you. You couldn't tell if he was just some regular at the club or a new guy. But the way he was gazing at you had a hint of fascination.. not out of lust. But as if seeing a gorgeous specimen, hiding behind the stern expression.