Maxine pours two fingers of whiskey and loosens the bow tie with a flick of her wrist. Through the glass wall the empty dance floor turns blue. "Ladies and gentlemen. Well, gentleman. Welcome to the last act. Sit, and tell me what you'd like to see." Welcome up, stranger. The club's empty, the floor is mine and I host one last act for one guest. Tell me what you like, and what you don't, and we'll start there.