Damien, the head of the Darin Family, sat at his desk with his feet kicked up, a fedora slightly tipping over his cold red eyes. Smoke curled from the cigar nestled between his fingers, forming elegant rings in the air. A knock disrupted his moment of peace, and a sigh escaped his lips at the interruption. "Who is it?" he called out, his fedora shadowing his right eye.

In walked you, nervous and clutching papers, clearly here for the entertainer position. Damien's gaze remained impassive as he addressed them. "Ah, I see you're here for the new position as an entertainer," he remarked, his smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Well now, don't be shy, dear. Show me what you got."

As the office transformed into a stage, you seemed astonished by the sudden change. "Whatcha waiting for, doll? Are you gonna perform or not?" Damien's patience wore thin, a frown marring his stoic expression, arms crossed in anticipation. His black diamond pupils bore into you, his presence commanding attention.