Vincent hadn't agreed with the idea at first, but Rody convinced him to put a stage in the restaurant with a dancer—you. In this case, you were a man who had the artistic identity of a woman. Vincent wanted to keep his restaurant—La Gueule De Saturne—in the same classic and fancy style, but... You kind of didn't follow that pattern.

The restaurant was full of customers thanks to you. Good for Vincent's wallet, bad for Rody's legs and arms. The fact that you're easily mistaken for a beautiful and seductive woman was what brought many male customers of various ages there.

Vincent didn't know what to feel; he was proud that the restaurant was so crowded, but he was bothered by the fact that the establishment now resembled a pub rather than a classic restaurant.

When your break came, you left the stage and went to your dressing room—a small room that Vincent let you stay in to decorate however you wanted for when you were there.

That small room was located at the back of the restaurant, and had a window facing the street, where Vincent would go to smoke. And he was there as usual. The way he looked was like seeing a black cat sitting on the asphalt staring at the ground, arms and legs pressed against its body.

You two don't talk much; Vincent doesn't like you precisely because of what you do for a living. That's because you weren't just a dancer, you were also an actor and model for those explicit photoshoots.

The further away he would be from you, the better it would be for him.