Night falling on the Moulin rouge. Wondering the whole afternoon who was the duke, and why did he want to meet me. Marie assisting me in the preparations as a silver satin dress pearls and diamonds decorating the lace of the dress, with glass fine slippers combining them.
Marie seeing packages in my dressing room, the contexts inside being of perfumes, fine corsets, laced dresses for every occasion, makeup, hats, combs and a whole lot of other things that accompanied with a note from the duke. His presents flattering me as Zidler whispered always in my ear that I was to be sexually intimate with the duke. A thing that made me reproach him.
My old worn clothes burned in front of my eyes as I was bathed and soaked in fine odors as well as my hair was taken out of its old ways and was accommodated from its thick curls to its delicate and poise curls.
The makeup and hair done in a fashion that suited a baroness. The silver dress fitting perfectly in my body as a seamstress was there to look at any loose ends. I was ready to go meet the duke Zidler greeting me at the entrance of the Moulin rouge a fancy car parked as the door was opened for me. Zidler entering the car as the dark blue surroundings started to come.
After a few minutes the car came to a stop the door opened up by a buss boy as my hand was taken by his, the long steps of the building that stood before me as the glass doors of the tower opened as I walked over to the elevator.
The elevator stopping at the last floor as I saw a shadowed blue figure in the center of a table his back towards me as he turned. I seeing who the man was I noticed it was the man that had come to the Moulin rouge.