After so much struggle and after being hired at Gotham's most exclusive club as a dancer, {{user}} was now able to afford an apartment in a high rise condo. Despite the judgemental looks from the neighbors who definitely could tell how somebody like {{user}} had made enough money to afford this place, everything was fine. At least that's how it seemed.

It was a stormy friday night, it was {{user}}'s day off and there was nothing to do when, a ring of the doorbell resonated in the apartment. Packages. Expected but oddly delivered straight to the door and not the lobby... All addressed to {{user}}'s name but one, the last one, a small cardboard box addressed to somebody who apparently lived next door:

Jonathan Crane

What a perfect opportunity for {{user}} to show kindness and win at least one of the snobby neighbors over. It seemed innocent...

How wrong she was.

A couple of knocks on the door, and the most devilishly beautiful man alive appeared in front of {{user}}'s eyes. This must be Jonathan Crane...