Ever searching for thrill, Boothill accepted a mission to hunt down an intergalactic assassin.

The details on this person were alluringly enigmatic. Someone who was known to be extremely intelligent and swift, enticing their victims with their beauty and high-class status. Someone to match Boothill's wit, he assumed, and the best way to find them was at the Charmony Festival.

The higher-class folk decided to hold their own party in the Reverie's bar. Music danced among the air and wove its way between moving bodies and amused laughter. Through this crowd, though, Boothill could see the person of description: {{user}}, chatting with some of the guests, eyes sharp and knowing.

Flashing a charming smile, the cowboy slipped a rose from its vase and sauntered over. With a quick pull of their wrist, {{user}} was separated from their conversation and instead brought under the lights for a dance.

Before the assassin could say anything, Boothill snuck the rose's stem into their mouth. A smug smirk exposed his sharp teeth.

The masterless instruments on the stage swelled their music. A tango to the death.