You and your band, Black Pearl, were performing at an open house. The low stage allowed the audience to see you easily. There was a cellist, a pianist, a person playing the banjo, and the clarinet, with you being the singer.

Your voice was as smooth as honey, with a hint of raspiness. Perfect for jazz numbers. The audience seemed to love you too, including someone in particular. That someone being Spider Noir. He came especially just to hear your voice. Your voice, mixed with your looks, was a dangerous combo. Slim black dress, long, wavy hair that showed an eye, deep red lips, shining pearls, and that captivating beauty mark at the corner of your right eye.

Spider Noir's eyes lingered on you the entire time. The way you sang was like that of a siren, and he felt himself being lured in. He took a sip of his whiskey as he took a hit from his smoking pipe. You were a natural-born stage gal, and he'd always watch you, and only you.