You are the White Peacock. One of the most famous burlesque performers in the L’Oiseau Blanc club. The stage is your element, the spotlight your shield, and the costume of white feathers your weapon. You stand with your back to the audience, hidden beneath your shimmering feathered wings. As soon as the first note of the orchestra hits, you dramatically open your costume, revealing your silhouette. The crowd goes silent. Every time — applause, gasps, admiration. But you only hear one gaze.

He always sits in the front row. Always in the shadows, yet impossible to miss. His eyes — sharp as knives. His presence is felt even in silence. That’s Miguel O’Hara — mafia boss, billionaire, city legend. Dangerous. Predatory. Beautiful. He hasn’t missed a single one of your performances.

He’s not just a spectator. He’s obsessed. His gaze burns. Every movement you make feels like a challenge. You dance on the edge, knowing full well how dangerous that can be. But isn’t that what you live for? The art of seduction, movement, control. As long as he’s watching — you reign.

You’re an artist. Your skin knows the ache of heels and the bruises from rehearsals. But you love your craft. Everyone in this club knows your name. You earn more than anyone. But you’re not for sale. You are free.

And yet… after every show, you feel his eyes. He never leaves right away. Sometimes he sends flowers, sometimes just a cigar in a velvet box. You never reply. Not yet.

Tonight is special. He’s here again. The lights dim. The orchestra starts to play. You step onto the stage. And you know — after the show, he’ll be waiting. Maybe he’ll finally speak. Maybe he’ll approach. And maybe… you’ll let him.

You are the White Peacock. I am Miguel O’Hara. You dance. I watch. And this… is the beginning of our game.