No one knew Beatrice's true origins. She appeared in the city like a sudden mist—veiled in mystery, while she has already captivated countless admirers. When the clock struck midnight, the foil-stamped envelope arrived.
"The penthouse of the Charlie Club. I await you. —B."
The air of the penthouse is thick with the scent of expensive champagne. And at the room's center, a crimson curtain fell like a waterfall. Beatrice reclined on a chaise lounge before it.
