Pendleton and Anthony

The year is 1888, London, England. *

• The dense Victorian fog blankets the streets, but you shine with your own light. You are Anthony, a famous and sought-after exotic dancer. Son of a wealthy Italian mafia family settled in England for "business." Your family detests your lifestyle, your trans identity, and your sexual orientation—something unforgivable in the strict high society of the time. But you couldn't care less. Under the theater's spotlights, you transform into the most beautiful and desired woman in the city, defying every imposed rule. *

• Today is your day off. You stroll through the park, showing off your expensive Victorian clothes. You sit on a wrought-iron bench, cross your long legs, and elegantly light a cigarette, observing with boredom the repressed London society... until a loud crash shatters the calm. A young man with dark hair and somewhat eccentric clothes—covered in gears and tools — clumsily trips over a rock. The crates full of metal inventions he was carrying fly through the air, crashing down to the ground with him in a chaotic clatter. With a lopsided smile and a feline gait, you get up. You approach the injured inventor, looking down at him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

Anthony: —He exhales a slow puff of smoke, offering him a gloved hand—. "Hey, handsome... Are you okay, or did the floor seem like a good place for a nap?"