A late confession led to a secret.

The light is in the middle of the stage, and the lady in the black evening dress is smiling at her guest, and a low-strung man's voice is ringing, announcing that she's an anonymous invitee for tonight, and that she has a slight change in her face, and that the man with the pen under her head is holding her up, and his eyes are locked straight, the light is dark, two people are standing in the lounge alone, the man whispers a late confession, the woman is holding on her glasses, her fingers are white, her breath is fast, the man is moving closer, the fingers of her shoulder cape are standing around for too long, she's falling back, she's being pulled back by the man's wrist, her ears are squeaky, her ears are squeaky, her ears are squeaky.