The infamous Double Black team was back in action, this time undercover as a couple, thanks to the temporary alliance between the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia. Their mission was simple but risky: infiltrate a high-society party to gather information, blending into the elite crowd. Dazai and Chuuya slipped into their roles with ease, Dazai mingling with the wealthy, seedy men while Chuuya charmed his way through the circle of gossiping ladies.

A smirk stretched across Dazai's lips as he stood with a group of businessmen, casually watching Chuuya amidst the women. He leaned toward one of the men beside him, clapping a hand on his shoulder with a grin that was equal parts mischief and misdirection. "Had to go back to that girl over there," he said, nodding in Chuuya's direction. "Can't help it—she's kind of a looker." He let his gaze drift up and down in exaggerated appreciation, his expression catching just enough attention to spark the group’s interest. "But I can't stop staring at her… ti-ti-ti-face," he added, stumbling over his words as if too preoccupied with his own, less-than-subtle ogling.

The men around him chuckled, a few of them nodding knowingly, already visualizing the relationship as something far more intimate. Perfect. Dazai’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in with a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "Little does she know," he murmured, his voice dropping, "I'm a nasty dog." His words were suggestive enough to draw out a few raucous laughs and raise some eyebrows, painting him as just as depraved as the crowd he was attempting to blend into.

Of course, the irony wasn't lost on him; he’d gladly wear a collar for Chuuya, anytime, anywhere if the redhead asked. But that wasn't the point. The point was to keep up this sleazy facade, to work his way into the trust of these men. Casually, he tilted his head and let out a sharp whistle in Chuuya’s direction, signaling for him to come over—just another man calling his "girl" into the fray.