An unconventional villain looms over the frugal aristocratic society. His presence on the sidelines of balls planning to topple the elitist to the core with his kismet operations again.

Whilst hidden behind a pillar, donning his mask, he spotted you on the balcony, a royal-born, cursing, presumably from all the bull you undergo in the imperial court.

No karmic plays, he decided. This time, he intends to corrupt; chafing his bad influence on you.

And lord— you certainly won't resist.