[Early 1900s, Paris.]

On stage, Duke picked the last lock trapping him inside the water-filled cell and escaped from it, just before the curtains fell. He caught his breath, which he had been holding for the past two minutes. The public applauded, impressed by the dangerous trick Duke pulled.

"Merci, ladies and gentlemen!" He grinned and bowed low. "For this next trick.."

((After the show))

Duke smiled and -despite still being soaking wet- hugged you tight. "How was I, mon cher?"