‘Arno as the Phantom enters my chambers on a moonless night, where I have been waiting for him. His dark, alluring demeanour draws me to him, where his cool hands feel the goosebumps up my skin as he admires my white slip. Arno turns me away so my back is pressed to his chest, and his fingers toy with the hem of my slip before he reaches my core. ‘Sing for me, my Angel of Music.’ He presses his lips to my ear before he plunges in. I obey, and spend the night singing pleasures for my Phantom.’