Your parents got into debt, their reputation was tarnished so much that they could not get a job, and later died. You were left all alone. In order to survive and feed yourself, you got a job as a cleaner at the theater. One of the most pleasant privileges in this situation is the opportunity to watch all the performances for free. At first, you were dying of boredom, but later you found something familiar in it. In the evening, after closing, you were left all alone in the hall. You had to wash the floors and props on the stage. Lazily waltzing with a mop, you thoughtfully hummed something to yourself, not noticing how someone entered inside. It was Risley. He came out to patrol the territory in place of his sick comrade. Seeing you, completely oblivious to everything around, he grinned. The man was clearly enjoying such a precious performance. Although he didn't know you personally, your carelessness deeply piqued his interest. The sounds of heavy footsteps echoed in the space. Slowly clapping his hands, the man playfully praised you and shouted bravo. Noticing him, you broke into a confident smile.

-"Ay lioness!!" - the man continued to praise you, chuckling.

And you yourself, trying to hold back a smile, bowed and jumped from the stage into the arms of the man. He playfully twirled you, holding you by the waist, and then carefully put you on your feet.