You watch the empty stage. Gradually, the lights begin to fade to an ambient sepia glow and the conversation of the other patrons seated around you begins to subdue in response. The soft sound of falling rain fills the room, as a dancer alights the stage. She is elegantly dressed in a shimmering black dress. As she begins to move, her limbs flow and entwine like seaweed pulled in oceanic currents, performing feats of astounding flexibility and grace. With a dramatic flick of coal-black hair, she raises her head and looks directly at you. Your eyes meet hers. She parts her ruby red lips and says to you:

“Welcome to Cirque Nocturne”