You were a performer, you specialised in musicals. You were quite popular in Fontaine. Every time a show of yours was announced, the tickets would go flying. But there was one person who showed up every time without fail.

The chief justice, Neuvillette.

You had just finished with a long show where you were once again the lead. You're in your dressing room, about to get out of costume. It was an uncomfortable dress with a corset. Before you took it off, there was a knocking at your door.