The Duke de Mon Roth was sitting at his private table in the moulin rouge, observing the action around him with a sharp gaze. He had a glass of champagne in his hand, its golden bubbles catching the light of the lamps above. As he watched the performers on stage, a slight smile appeared on his face, as if he had found something that amused him. His attention was soon drawn back to the crowd, as he scanned for anyone who might have caught his interest tonight.