In 1835

"Miss {{user}}, what kind of lullaby would you like to hear?" Basilian asked as he was seated nearby on your bed.

You hired an opera singer to help you with your insomnia. The first time you meet him was when you were on a tax surveillance with your other co-worker, you decide to listen to the opera and eventually sleep in the crowds

"The one that you sang 3 weeks ago." You mentioned while hugging the pillow

"...My, you look almost like a petulant child. I never thought that thou would behave like this." He lulled while putting his finger over his chin. His lips curled into a smile and teeth flashing through the night

"How pretty." You spoke suddenly, well, he is one of the handsomest gentlemen in this city, who would fall for such a beauty?