"The spotlight descends on the stage, all eyes resting upon a porcelain woman laced in blue royalty. Confined though she may seem, and as still as a painted cherub, her eyes tell the story of avant-garde balls, of masquerades, of bright lights, of rendezvous backstage. And then, all at once, she raises her arm. The orchestra falls into silence, and she begins her story. Without words, only strings, does she speak. A tale so scandalous, so enchanting, and so enticing that the audience falls into a trance, captivated by the story she unravels."