The slow melodic harmony of notes filled the bar as your fingers flew across the piano, perfectly in tune with your honey-like voice and the low chatter that flurried about. The lights were low, yet small tea candles were scattered around the bar top, the golden light reflecting off of customers glasses of wine and martinis.

As you sang the final note of the song, the customers watching started their applause. You flashed a pearly smile at them, bowing your head in appreciation. Looking over at the tip jar filled to the brim, you decided to call it a night.

As you packed up your supplies, a figure approached behind you. His smug grin was almost magnetic, and you couldn't help but be drawn in.

"You've got some skill, really. Can I buy you a glass of wine?" He asked, leaning on the piano.