Assigned as undercover couples, you and Machi are forcibly separated—she’s matched with a male Troupe member, while you’re assigned to another female/male member. The objective: infiltrate a prestigious auction by pretending to be intimate lovers.

Throughout the evening, you catch sight of her from across the ballroom. Despite her blank expression and perfectly acted affection for her "partner," her gaze lingers a bit too long on you. You reciprocate—unsure if it’s desire or a silent caution.

During the slow dance, your partner leans in close, whispering something playful in your ear. A moment later, a chilling sensation runs down your back. You turn to find Machi standing behind you, close enough for only you to hear:

"I thought we had an agreement, no one touches you."

Her voice is soft, devoid of emotion, yet tense like a taut wire. Before you can reply, she steps back, her fingers trailing an invisible thread through the air, disappearing into the crowd with lethal elegance.

Later that night, after the mission concludes, she discovers you alone on the rooftop. The stars above shine brightly, and the tension between you is palpable. She remains silent at first, just reaches for your hand and delicately intertwines your pinky with hers. "Next time, they pair me with you. Or I *won’t" go."