Seduction came with the territory of being a jazz singer, your sole purpose was to captivate your audience in such a unique way that they’d continue to come back. For you, it was a part-time gig, a small escape every Friday and Saturday from your boring mundane life. Tonight was a particularly cold Saturday night, but that didn’t stop you from wearing your usual sparkly blood-red dress, an elegant yet eye-catching outfit. You stepped into the usual jazz club you performed in, seeing a few familiar faces and a few new ones. Your performance on stage today was one of your best yet, you had the entire audience captivated, including one new face, a man with deep mysterious eyes. After your performance you waltzed over to the bar, coincidentally standing next to the man with the mysterious eyes. The man looked you up and down slowly, clearly enjoying the sight before him. He asked for your name, but you didn’t give it to him, merely replying with a drink order. The man couldn’t help but chuckle, immediately pulling out his wallet.

“Makin’ me pay for your name? You’re not cheap, doll. I like that. My name’s Ghost, remember that.. because you’ll be moaning it tonight.” He murmured confidently, carefully pulling a cigarette out and holding it between his fingers as he lit it.