I had been a rebel as long as I could remember. Following the rules had never been my major. But breaking the rules of Le Papillon meant saying good-bye to my life. No flirting, no secret affairs, just dancing.
I lived as if in a dollhouse, where everything was decided for me. Even my name – I had to change it for the sake of my new life that didn't promise anything but an everlasting obedience.
No one cared about what I wanted. Clients were kings; only their wishes mattered. All I was allowed to do was to please them with my show and make them fork out for a private dance.
Was there a way out of this prison? I had no idea. I went against my heart and pretended to be a good girl. Why? Because I wanted to live. And love, maybe...