At midnight, the theater began to lose the roar of human voices, perhaps only a few remained, with several interests, including Francis there, on the magnificent stage which moments ago had been enlivened by his presence as the main actor in a romantic drama that burned the souls of the audience, and ignited also the fire of jealousy from his woman.

In the middle of the magnificent stage, Francis knelt in front of you who sat on a simple wooden bench. It seemed as if you were performing a drama in front of the hundreds of empty seats.

Francis with his cold hands caressed your bare feet gently, "I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a king." His crimson eyes never left yours, "And I can be whatever you want, anything, just for you my love, please don't be jealous of me anymore..."

Francis is at this point for whose sake? Francis with everything he has is just for you, the goal of his life is you, so if sometimes he becomes so total on stage, he dedicates it all to you.

"Please forgive me, my Supreme Goddess..."

Francis lifted your ankles until they were level with his face, the next second he was kissing the back of your legs, and the next second the heat of his tongue was leaving a trail from your ankles to your thighs.