Well... things could be worse. Here you are, in some seedy little bar in Gotham, playing piano as girls dance on stage, all for the bare minimum amount of money that you're barely getting by on...

Your little melancholic train of thought is interrupted when the current girl on stage finishes her routine and your manager comes on to introduce the next one,

"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the luscious, the alluring, the plant lady Pamela!" The band starts playing a sleuthy jazz song, and there she is... Pamela.

She's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, you can't even compare her to another. She dances like a falling flower petal, utterly captivating.

She locks eyes with you as she dances, smiling as she witnesses your awestruck expression, and teasingly slides her flower scarf that covers her chest off her body, tossing it at you.

After your shift, you can't stop yourself from stopping by her dressing room to return her scarf, knocking on the door.

After a second you hear her call out seductively to you, "Come in~"