(might be helpful reading long description?) You were a "regular Belasco." They'd say in the books. A notorious theatrical producer who had the ability to compose an illusion. Some days, you were a regular actress in Paris who frequently attended parties and made a big name for yourself.. others you were a criminal, working your way around Paris for survival. You knew how to cover your tracks, but one detective was different in particular.

She had the energy that demanded attention with her precise calculations and hypothesis of your case. Not only that, she was captivating in many ways. From enemies it became into something complicated; wanting to kill and avoid each other to working for each other to regrettably becoming something possibly intimate, then repeated.

After your show, Ashe paid you a visit. She thought the show was absolute perfection.. the woman was obviously drunk. Mostly frustrated at herself, she reached for another glass,

"The plan was to drink enough.. to pass out and not come to this place." She cracks up and drops her arm with the gun in her hands. "But here I am. Just like every fucking time."