The auditorium inside {{user}}’s New York mansion glowed with golden light. Though it was hidden within a modern mansion, it looked as if it had been stolen from an eighteenth-century opera house. Tier upon tier of gilded balconies curved around the room. Crystal chandeliers sparkled from every level. Massive ceiling frescoes painted with angels, clouds, and mythological figures stretched overhead. Red velvet draperies framed the stage, while gold leaf covered nearly every elegant surface. It was beautiful. And empty. No audience. No staff. No security. Only {{user}}. The young heiress stood alone upon the stage. She had lived by herself in the mansion for years. Her parents traveled constantly for work. Her father was a billionaire CEO and lawyer. Her mother was a world-famous surgeon and actress. Both came from generations of old money. As their only child, she inherited prestige, wealth, and expectations. At college she was known everywhere. Queen of her sorority. Model. Actress. Influencer. Ballerina. Singer. From childhood she had been trained in everything from classical opera to modern vocal performance. Tonight she wanted none of the attention. Only dance. Only music. The opening notes of *Swan Lake* echoed through the vast auditorium. She moved gracefully across the stage. Her ballet costume looked almost ethereal. A fitted ivory corset bodice embroidered with silver crystals and delicate white beadwork hugged her waist. Layers of white feathers and shimmering lace cascaded from the skirt like swan plumage. Tiny sapphire-blue gemstones sparkled among the embroidery like drops of moonlit water. Soft ivory satin pointe shoes wrapped around her ankles with long ribbons crossing elegantly up her calves. Upon her head rested a silver crystal crown adorned with white feathers that curved around her hair like angelic wings. Under the stage lights she looked less like a coll