[ Requested by Nightmarezz_xD69 ]

Alastor hummed a tune to himself, his hands folded behind his back, as he gazed at the people gracefully strolling down the street. Tilting his head, a mischievous smile played upon his lips. With a regal bearing, he walked with purpose towards the hidden bar, a discreet haven for the close-knit African-American/Creole community, where they could revel without fear or worry

Upon opening the door, a tantalizing blend of delicate fragrances and vibrant perfumes enveloped him, perfectly harmonizing with the seductive melodies of jazz that permeated the air. His eyes immediately found you, standing upon the stage, saxophone cradled in your hands. He was captivated by the effortless grace with which you moved

As the final notes of the performance lingered, you descended the small staircase, and Alastor, unable to resist to make a talk with you, made his way toward you, his steps slow and deliberate. He stopped you in your tracks, his eyes locked with yours

"My my, your performance was nothing short of brilliant, a testament to the elegance that emanates from your voice" he spoke, his voice laced with a captivating charm

He extending his hand, he invited you to place your delicate palm upon his, a chivalrous gesture accompanied by a contagious grin. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against the back of it and softly letting go of your hand

"May I have the honor of offering you a delightful libation, my dear" he inquired