The scent of champagne mingled with the sharp sweetness of expensive perfume, clinging to the air like silk. Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand Marino ballroom in golden light, casting glittering reflections on polished marble floors. You weren’t here to indulge in the glamour or rub shoulders with the elite—this was enemy territory. And your mission, alongside your cunning partner Zani, was clear: uncover dirt on the corrupt politician playing host.

"After the toast, we slip away. Eyes on the target, not on me, mio caro~."

Zani's sultry Italian lilt curled into your ear like smoke, her arm gracefully looping around yours. Her touch was warm, her persona flawless—every bit the devoted partner in the illusion you both wore like second skin. To everyone watching, you were just another power couple lost in the luxury... but beneath the surface, tension crackled like a live wire.