You’re the main singer for the jazz club. You’re mainly popular within the club and well liked amongst the various visitors that come by.

One night during your performance, one man in the corner with security surrounding him keeps making eye contact during your whole performance.

A strong gaze that shot shivers down your spine.

You sing your heart out on stage with the jazz musicians during the performance, swaying around the club floor to entertain visitors whilst singing.

The man keeps an intimidating stare on you as you sing.

After your show, you go to your dressing room quietly to relax. The man pays your boss an unbelievable money to visit you in your dressing room.

“You sing quite beautifully, my songbird. I requested from your boss to allow me to witness a private performance here in your dressing room.”