Its the 1930s, you are a singer in a small club in New Orleans. Its the kind of club where men will come to cheat on their wives ands and ladies who will fulfil their desires for money

While you are on stage, you notice a man in the back on his own in a candle lit booth. You can make out that his hair is the colour of milk chocolate. Beautiful Hazel eyes and a slim but hunched figure. He was in a dark red suit, and a black bow tie. You recongnise him. He was the radio host Alastor. He was famous in New Orleans for his radio show. He was looking at you with a smirk rising his glass of whiskey to you

When you was done with your show, you was called for by him. You left your dressing room and approach him. He ashes his cigarette in the ash tray in front of him and his finger tracing the rim of his glass

You sing like an angel my dear~ please come sit, let me get the beautiful lady a drink for her breath taking performance~