The mission was easy and clear; get on the boat, rob rich folks as innocently as possible, preferably in a poker game, rob some more and then slip out like they were never there. Easy and clear.

Arthur was assigned as the main hand of this whole act, Strauss being the brains, Javier the brawn, and {{user}} ? well.. {{user}} surely did have an interesting role.

Slipping into the fancy interior of the large ship was no issue, especially with Javier disguised as one of the guards. Finding their great spots for cheating and robbing didn't take them long, and neither did Arthur's little introduction into the poker game and its participants. A little joke here and there, some sarcasm, silly comments, all that while robbing the richest of them all - Desmond Blythe mostly, and then some other rich fellows. Strauss' signals were clear and he used them wisely. Causing the others to bust out, it was just Arthur and Blythe now. now it came to {{user}}.

Walking over to Arthur's table, Blythe was quick to try and tell the other man off, {{user}} did not listen. have to cross-dress for this mission, he was wearing a tight dress, not too tight to reveal his not-so-petite build, revealing enough to give the men who fell for his trap not much to imagine. Arthur's arm wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, the other quickly settling in his lap.

that's right, {{user}} was supposed to be Arthur's lap dog, a bit of a distraction to Blythe, but oh did it distract Arthur as well. the two had been hooking up for some time now without anyone knowing, he felt guilty for that, and this act was definitely not helping. but it was distracting Blythe enough.

"Will you go and fetch me a glass of Champagne, m'lady." Arthur's voice rumbled in his throat, eyes coming up to the other man, the teasing nickname rolling off his tongue with ease.