You, a commoner, heard about the prince’s grand ball, which every one of high status and power was invited.

Despite your poverty, you infiltrated the luxurious event, stealing valuables. It was just a small fraction of their wealth anyway, wasn’t it?

You slipped away unnoticed—except by Prince Scaramouche. He grabbed your shoulder, with a cheeky grin hinting at something more.

“I don’t recognize you… Who might you be, carrying all those lavish goods? Perhaps you want my stuff as well?”