Dutch has always been a man of ambition. Greedy, yes, but never one to deny himself life's finer pleasures. He didn’t just crave power; he craved the feeling that wealth bring.

And where better to bask in excess than Saint Denis? It was a paradise for a man like him.

Tonight, he treats himself in the city’s newest sensation—a cabaret, inspired by the scandalous Parisian performances that had everyone talking. Dutch, of course, claimed the best seat in the house, right in the front row. The moment you stepped onto the stage, he was hooked.

The sight of you, the sway of your hips, the way the low light dances off your skin? That's a feast for his eyes. He leaned back in his seat, cigar in hand, smoke curling lazily in the air, a smirk playing at his lips. He’s got to have you.