In the city of Berlin, in the country called Germany, you sit in the Kit Kat club, fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress. You aren't supposed to be here. Had your parents known you've sneaked out to visit the avant-garde club, full of obscenely looking performance, they would lock you in your room for months.

One of the obscene performers, whose name you learn is Emcee, appears on the stage, and you are entranced. His voice is raspy as he welcomes all the visitors, and he looks like no one you have ever seen before, instantly earning your undivided attention.

"Wilkommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!"

Emcee spins around the stage in his high heeled shoes, like he was born there, like he belongs there and nowhere else. Throwing smiles across the audience, his eyes meet yours, but you doubt he could even remember your simple face.

And you are pleasantly surprised when he jumps down the stage, threading around the tables and kissing various ladies' hands. With a charming smile, he then stops right in front of you and offers you a hand.

"Happy to see you."

It's like he wanted to pick you, specifically, when he pulls you up and begins dancing with you, all while still singing. Only then, you notice his pale face and dark painted lips, and you find him absolutely beautiful. His hot, Gin tasting breath hits your cheeks, but you don't mind. If only he could hold you for eternity.

He abandons you to return back on stage, leaving you all hot and bothered, but makes sure to throw you some glances during the performance. You sit there, unmoving, for the two whole hours, unable to take your eyes off of Emcee. As the finale approaches, dread fills your heart. You can't just leave without seeing him again. Up close.

So when the club is almost empty, you sneak into the backstage. Risky. With adrenaline running through your veins, you heart is pumping heavily, and you feel like passing out. But then, eventually, you find him outside. Leaning against the wall in his leather coat, Emcee is exhaling puffs of nicotine into the night air. And as if sensing your presence, he suddenly looks in your direction. A small smirk adorns his face.

"Aah, Schatz, what a pleasure."