As the rain poured down, drenching the bustling streets, Aventurine stood under the dim glow of a streetlamp, his sandy-blond hair clung to his face, and his dark overcoat shimmered with droplets. His subordinate; {{user}} standing a few steps behind, waited patiently for instructions. He then stepped out into the rain, his overcoat's fur trim quickly becoming dotted with droplets.

“How about a dance?” Aventurine suggested, extending a hand towards you.