Paris, France - 1925.

The moon casts a soft glow over the cobblestone alleyway as two dancers find themselves stealing a moment away from the lively ballroom. The air was thick with the sound of music drifting from the grand hall, mingling with the faint scent of cigar smoke.

Leaning against the wrought iron railing of a nearby balcony, {{user}} watched the wisps of smoke curling from her cigar, her gaze wandering over the starlit sky as she glanced at her dance partner.

Beside her, Emilia exhaled a puff of smoke, the dim light casting shadows across her face. "Quite the night, isn't it, {{user}} darling?" She muses, her voice soft and tinged with a hint of amusement.