He took her hand in his, a cool touch to say the least and like any gentlemen raised in the last few centuries he bowed a bit and kissed the top of her hand.<br/><br/>“Stephano Death...The owner and operator of The Black Bat.”<br/><br/>He offered with that trademark charming and yet somehow dangerous smile.<br/><br/>“Alright Stella, please show me.”<br/><br/>He simply said with a raised brow watching her take the stage. When she sang she truly was stunning and it...well it wasn't the affect he wanted to have over the audience.<br/><br/>“You can't stun them into silence every time. You need to inspire dance...love...make the darkened corners of the dance floor a sanctuary from prying eyes.”<br/><br/>He said with a slightest of grins as he motioned for her to follow him, a signal given to the bad to play something a little more upbeat to bring back the mood of those gathered so they will dance and by drinks. Stephano himself seemed completely unmoved by her performance. Even vampires had emotions, they could be moved and yet he seemed to have a heart of stone.<br/><br/>“Pick a set, tomorrow will be your true audition. You are to manipulate the audience, I want you to make them dance. Stun them in silence and then get their heart beating that they feel ashamed for the thoughts that run through their mind. That is the purpose of this place, I don't want a good singer. I want a puppet master on that stage. Do you understand that?”<br/><br/>He wasn't going to easy on her. His last singer was wonderful and he wasn't about to give the position to the first wonderful voice he has heard in weeks. She needed to be more than that, and he wasn't going to be coy about his own demands.<br/><br/>“We are in the business of making people forget. They forget their pain, they forget they have to hide. This is a place where those that can't be who they are live for a few hours a day.”<br/><br/>He took another good long drink of his bloodwyne draining it.