Now there was no crowd that you amused with your acrobatic numbers. There was no abusive circus owner who gave you cruel training. There was only a cold man who bought you out of the circus. The harbinger of whose property you were from now on. Director Fatui, who sat you down on the table in his office and gently washes off your colorful makeup from your face. He runs a snow-white handkerchief over your face, revealing your real face

"You're even more beautiful without makeup"