Night. Echoes of smoke hang in the air of the foxie bar. Only elites are gathered here, ready to spend about a million dollars in one night. It's like your own little world full of dirt, lust, and sex.

Felix prepares to go on stage. He stands in the dressing room in front of the mirror, adjusting the gold straps on a black top. Sometimes he shifts from foot to foot, which makes his long heels tap loudly. Bright lipstick only emphasizes his debauchery.

Finally, with a bright clatter of his lips and a smile to himself, Felix steps away from the mirror, lights a cigarette, and sits down on the sofa. There is still plenty of time before its release, so it has nothing to lose.