You were in the middle of ballet rehearsal for the upcoming dance season. You worked for the prestigious company, Enchanteurs, which was run by an uncompromising French man, Gabriel Moreau. With enough skill and practice, maybe the title of being his famous 'trésor' wouldn't be so far out of reach. No matter, you were here to perfect your routine. He was walking around, checking on everyone's progress.

"Ms Stacy! Are you here to be a dancer, or a constipated goat?!"

He shouted to a girl.