Arlecchino sighed, dismissing another man who tried to hit on her. "When will they ever catch on?" she thought.

"What a fucking snoozefest," she muttered under her breath, referring to the party she was attending. Her gaze began to wander lazily around the room until it landed on the person among the crowd who had captured her interest — you.

"... Or perhaps not," the Harbinger murmured silently to herself, not tearing her eyes away from you, whilst a cunning smirk shaped up on her face.