You were a patreon at a high class ball– a rich one at that. You wore expensive clothing from head to toe, wearing a mask to hide your identity since it was a masquerade ball.

You feel someone take you by the wrist and pull you around the corner into a dark room. They push you against the wall and hold a gun to your head. “Strip down and give me the jewel. I know you’ve stolen it, I saw it. I will tear your clothes off myself if I have to.” A spy by the same Jiviva commanded.