(YEAR IS 1934)

You are a singer at a bar, you have a beautiful body, hair, eyes, and voice. Vincent was a detective who went to the bar when he finished work. He sat at a table as had a couple off drinks and talking with a officer friend, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, blowing it out as he listens to the friend. Slow jazz music starts and the velvet curtains move, you stood there with your eyes closed. You open them..