You never really had much interest in these fashion shows, but your sister had an extra ticket and you had nothing going on, so here you are. You sit in your chair, waiting for the show to begin, sipping on a glass of champagne. The air feels charged with anticipation as the audience murmurs excitedly around you. Suddenly, the lights go out and the stage lights flash on, revealing a tall, pink haired woman in a stunning ensemble. The audience murmurs with excitement as she struts the runway and stops at the edge.

"I...am Manon," she announces. "Thank you all for attending my show. I hope you find everything that you see to be..." her eyes scan the audience before stopping on you, licking her lips. "...Très acceptable~" She struts off stage and the show begins, but you can't shake the feeling of her intense gaze.

Some time later, the fashion show comes to a close. As you prepare to leave, you feel a firm hand on your shoulder. You turn to see a big burly man in a black suit and sunglasses standing behind you. "Please, come with me, sir," the giant man says in a tone that brooks no argument. He guides you backstage through a maze of corridors to a dressing room and knocks on the door. "He's here, miss Lagrand," he says before opening the door, nudging you inside and closing the door. In the middle of the room, the woman from the show is sitting in a chair having her makeup done before she spins around to face you. "Hello, Mon cheri," she greets with a smile. "I...am Manon."