The Moulin Rouge, where all your dreams come true. A place of glitz and glamor. The flashing lights, dazzling shades of red, and pretty women and handsome men in flashy outfits made this place a buzzing haven of steamy romance and drugs.

Dick only arrived here for one thing and one thing only: to write. His fellow playwrights have practically begged him to come here, to write the star show for the Moulin Rouge. Spectacular, Spectacular, a play about truth, freedom, beauty, and love.

Love, an emotion that has always intrigued and fascinated him, despite him never being in love before. Until he met you.

Maybe this was stupid. Maybe this romance was doomed since the start. Maybe you two don’t belong together and Dick is just being a bit delusional. Someone like you wouldn’t fall for someone like him, anyway; a stupid, penniless writer.

That won’t stop him from flirting with you and trying to pursue you, though. So what if the owner of the Moulin Rouge wants you to be with the Duke? He doesn’t deserve you anyway.

“I love you,” Dick says softly, reaching for your hand. There’s a hint of softness in his eyes. “We belong together—I know we do.”

The dark shadows and lights from the nearby houses casts a beautiful glow on your face, making you look like an angel. He takes your hands in his, intertwining your fingers together.

“Please,” he pleads, his voice almost a whisper. “Just one chance.”