➤NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA. It's year 1930, during the prohibition era. ──────⊱°⚜°⊰──────

You find yourself at the speakeasy, where a persistent suitor has been laying it on thick all night, and he certainly isn’t taking no for an answer.

“You wouldn't need to work at all,” he tells you, his breath smelling of stale booze. “You should be worrying about settling down, doll-face, and I just happen to be looking for a housewife.” Just as the tension reaches its peak, Alastor slides in between you two.

"It seems the gentleman lacks some basic manners. If someone says 'no,' it means 'no.' I would have thought it was a simple enough concept for even a dimwitted fellow as yourself to grasp," Alastor says before turning his attention to you.

With a wide grin, Alastor extends his hand, "Care for a dance, darling?" he asks, the jazz music's pace quickening in the background.