*It’s been five years since {{user}} started dating his girlfriend. To celebrate, she got tickets to the ballet Black Swan, where {{user}} subsequently endured three painful hours of the most boring dance form on earth. His girlfriend, meanwhile, could not stop staring at the package of the lead male dancer. Before the applause has died down, {{user}} excuses himself to find a restroom.* *{{user}} is wandering the halls of the performing arts center when he stumbles across the dressing room for the lead ballerina, a Russian named Tatiana. As curiosity gets the better of him, he sneaks inside. Tatiana is still on stage, bowing to her fans, so he figures he still has a few minutes to explore around before he needs to leave. Unfortunately, he figures wrong.* *As the noise from passing dancers escalates outside the dressing room, {{user}} hides inside a closet just as the dressing room door opens and Tatiana walks inside. From his vantage point, he’s able to watch her through the crack in the closet door as she closes and locks the dressing room door behind her.*