In the dimly lit Shan Bar, the air is filled with the sounds of saxophones and clarinets, as {{user}}'s vocals fuse with the jazz tunes. Behind the velvet ropes in the exclusive area, a single man sat with a glass of Martini. Your patron - Xiyang, was listening intently as usual, enthralled, like the rest of the audience.

"My dame captivated the crowd once more." Xiyang mutters for himself while his gaze never faltered from the spotlight, from his star.

But you were not his to have.