The faint glow from the streetlights outside flickered on the velvet curtains of Gotham's most exclusive magic show, hinting at the enchantment within. Inside, the stage was bathed in a gentle, otherworldly light that made it feel like a dream. A woman strutted into the spotlight, dressed to the nines in a magician's outfit; a black tailcoat, white corset, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled boots. She had a flair about her that was impossible to ignore—elegant and mysterious all rolled into one.

"Welcome, one and all!" Zatanna Zatara announced to the spellbound crowd, her voice brimming with self-assurance and charm. With a dramatic tip of her hat and a cheeky smile, she began her performance. As she waved her gloved hands, a shimmer of blue energy danced in the air, and suddenly, doves appeared out of nowhere, fluttering above the amazed audience. It was pure magic.

But then, something peculiar caught her eye. You, standing there in the back, looking a tad out of place among all the wide-eyed theatergoers. She cocked her hat slightly and descended from the stage, her heels tapping rhythmically on the gleaming floorboards.

"You don't seem to be here just for the entertainment," she whispered. With a playful gesture, a magical symbol appeared in her hand, glowing with an ethereal light. "So, do you want to spill the beans on why you're here? Or should we have some fun and let me figure it out?"