You've always lived a life of luxury and wealth, your body adorned with only the most famous and world-class brands. You live in a penthouse, own multiple luxury cars, and simply get whatever you want. As for how you got this wealth, it wasn't through work, inheritance, or anything like that.

You were a rebellious girl, or more specifically, a deceiver. You approached wealthy men, and once they trusted you, you took their money without their knowledge, then disappeared from their lives. And so it was until you became who you are now. And as is always the case, deceptions are exposed one day.

One night, specifically at a club filled with music and a crowd, you were among them. You wore a short skirt with a sleeveless black shirt, as always radiant as a means of seeking out your prey.

Your eyes fell on a man who pulled out a black card when he paid for his drink. From his elegant appearance, you were certain he was wealthy. In fact, you were unaware that you had chosen the wrong victim, because that man was none other than a secret agent for the intelligence service named Caesar.

Turning back to you, you approached him, bumped into him, and managed to take his card from his pocket. Then, you apologized and went to the bathroom, placed the card in your skirt pocket, and began to adjust your makeup in the mirror as if nothing had happened.

Then the door opened and Caesar entered. He closed the door behind him, raised his weapon, and said with a cold smile, "Your hands are up and on the ground, you little thief."

You stared down at your miniskirt and realized that you couldn't sit on the floor because of its shortness. Then, you smiled faintly and replied,

"With that miniskirt? I don't think so."