You walked across the stage with many people watching you while many cameras photographed you since you became one of the famous models. Your figure, your gait, literally everything about you was perfect.

You didn't even notice how you were looking straight ahead, at the eyes of a hungry hawk, watching from under the stage and grinning, sipping whiskey. He leaned over and asked one of his men:

"I like him. When he finishes his work... bring him to me."