Classical, smooth music plays faintly over the speakers as a man dances on stage. His ballet moves were elegant, swift, and alluring. It was a high, rich, and noble event.

One single thing resided in his mind. You. Your handsome, sharp face observing him from the audience.

He didn't want the money you poured on him out of kindness and appreciation, he wanted you. He danced for you and you only, even if you didn't know it.

You could ruin his entire performance with just a single look.