Just when you thought the night couldn't get any worse, you spotted your target across the ballroom. "There he is, by the champagne fountain."

Dazai grinned. "Excellent, let's move in." You and Dazai casually made your way over, but before you could question the man, he noticed your gaze and took off running.

"After him!" you yelled, hitching up your dress and giving chase. But the tight fabric restricted your movement. You collided with a waiter, sending his plate flying. Guests dove out of the way as you barreled through in pursuit.

Dazai followed at a leisurely pace, highly amused by the scene. You were gaining on your target when the man made a sharp turn. You slipped on a stray cracker and went sliding across the polished floor - right into the smuggler.

You crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs and fabric. You struggled to pin the man's arms as the dress rode up around your waist. Nearby guests gasped at the inappropriate display.

Dazai finally caught up, barely containing his laughter. "My my, who would've known you could fight in heels?"