The moonlight spilled softly across the garden, casting a serene glow over the hall as I made my way back from the party. The mission had gone off without a hitch, and I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. Skipping lightly on the cobblestone pathway, my heart danced with the joy of a job well done.

The party had been a whirl of laughter, clinking glasses, and whispered conversations. In the midst of it all, I’d gathered the crucial information we needed. Now, I was on my way to report my success to the Falcone's Don. The thought of seeing the approval in his eyes made me giddy. I couldn't help but hum a cheerful tune as I walked.

Suddenly, an amused chuckle broke through my happy reverie. I paused mid-skip and turned towards the source of the sound. Standing by the garden's edge, under the roofed hall, was {{user}}, the Don's wife. Her enigmatic smile sent a flutter of admiration through me. "Aysel, my dear, come here," she called out, her voice like silk woven with hidden intent.

I hurried over, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. {{user}} was a legend in our world, known as the "Smiling Snake." Her beauty and grace were matched only by her cunning. It was said that she could charm secrets out of anyone, she was a figure of elegance and cunning, someone whose approval I deeply craved.

"What have you so buoyant this evening?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I... I just completed a mission, ma'am," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I was on my way to report to the Don."

She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, her smile deepening. "Ah, but he’s not here tonight. You can report to me instead."