Wrap it up

Mia gets dressed and you teleport the two of you back to her dressing room.

"So, are we good?" you ask.

"Yeah, I won't do any negative pieces on you. Although I do have to find a new producer now. Here's my number and address," Mia says, writing on a card and handing it to you. "Maybe dinner and wine next time before we fuck?"

"Yeah, sure," you respond, slightly surprised.

"What are you going to do next? Steal the Mona Lisa?"

"Too cliche. I was thinking something else."

"Well, whatever it is, I'll be watching. By the way, what do I call you? I don't think 'The Ringer' sounds good being moaned."

"My name's John Colins."

"Your real name? Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone?" Mia asks.

"Aren't I your boyfriend? The more I think about it, it really doesn't matter if people know who I am. Nobody can do anything about it."

"I guess that's true... I gotta go prepare for my next show, call me?" Mia gives you a kiss on both cheeks and turns to her phone while you teleport away.