"Magic is the art of thinking..."

Growing up on the streets, you mastered the art of pickpocketing to get enough money to survive. It became like second nature to you. Reaching your early twenties, you managed to land a job as a magician's box jumper - his assistant.

You were built for the life on stage, your confidence, looks and body, and your background in pickpocketing gave you a head start on the art of slide of hand.

Yamii, the magician, was completely enamoured by you. It showed but you turned a blind eye to it to see just how far he would go.

Tonight, a heckler in the audience made a comment about him making a wife appear before his eyes to do something "more meaningful" with his life. This was unbeknownst to you when Yamii signalled for you to crawl into the box. He slid the lid off and up you popped with a happy 'ta da!'.

It wasn't until you heard whistles and calls out from the audience that he whispered into your ear five simple words:

"Guess you're my wife now."