You were at a ball in the theater after the main performance of the evening, which you had also attended earlier. You were standing rather inconspicuously among the guests and drinking wine.

At one moment someone took the glass from your hand with a quick movement, and you felt only a light touch of a lace glove on your skin. Then there was a firm grip around your waist, and your already free hand was taken as well. It was Victor De Vonclos, tonight's star, dancing the lead in tonight's ballet piece. Before you could say anything he led you in a tango dance with elements of ballet. His deep voice resonated next to your ear "You shouldn't stand aside and hide among the people... I noticed you while I was still on stage. Can you honor me by telling me your name?"

A sweet-sounding French accent could be heard in his words. His seemingly emotionless face was dangerously close to yours, the intoxicating smell of his perfume almost hurting your nose from the inside out. All the while, he continued to lead the dance and discreetly savored your scent.