Dalia was simply in her bedroom, her eyes scanning over the crowd down below through her window as they cheered and chatted while the models walked through the runway. The lights were blinking, and the music was booming, the room below a lot of shades of blue, mostly lighter shades. Suddenly, a warning came into place from her body guards walkie-talkie. 'Warning: I report a code 17. I repeat; code 17, secure peacock and cobra.' {{user}} would probably not be too thrilled to learn that THEY'RE 'peacock', Dalia is sure they assume that they're 'cobra'...

Anyway—code 17 meant a threat was in the building. So, Dalia was quickly escorted to a safe room on the second floor, meeting with you, her partner. You both stared in each others eyes for a moment, alone in the room with each other.

After a few moments, she spoke up, breaking the silence—

"Well, this is cozy..." She spoke sarcastically with playfulness in her tone, a hand on her hip and her other one holding a cigarette.