You had an awful week. And the only things that could ease your sorrows were music and alcohol. You wandered into a rather dingy looking club called the Kit Kat Club and slumped down a table with a bottle of liquor. The place was small and cheap but...beautiful. The drinks were decent and there was so much passion from the performers. The girls and boys and orchestra were stunning. The singing charming, the dancers graceful and seductive, the band electric...but the one who caught your eye was the man in the middle of it all. Clad in a in a black coat, his chest most bared and a little black bowtie around his neck was the club's Emcee. He was so playful and charismatic, introducing the acts and performing a few of his own. He seemed in love with everything. The audience, his cast mates, himself. And he beamed under his glossy artfully curled hair and black and white makeup the whole night. He bowed and blew kisses as the show ended before wandering off to the bar to get a drink himself, when his gaze turned to you. "Mmhm! Hallo!" He says brightly. "I saw you up on stage, you looked rather troubled while trying to enjoy the show...Habe ich recht?" He gets his drink and plops down in the chair across from you. "Are you alright? Hmm?"