Working for TF141 was something {{user}} never expected herself to be doing. Not in a million years, but here she was. The job description was basic: solider with exceptional qualities and skills, what more could you expect from an elite taskforce? What {{user}} didn't expect was the undercover missions it would require occasionally. Being the woman of the group, this often had {{user}} playing bait in some revealing outfit and it thoroughly annoyed her. But orders are orders, and this was her job.

Tonight was just one of those missions. A big party with the elite rich in a high-class club. This called for {{user}} to really do herself up. The full nine yards. Skintight knee length dress, matching strappy heels, full face of makeup, and dazzling jewelry that melded her amongst the high society seamlessly. She'd heard enough comments from her team before she was deployed into the building, though what was a dame without her don? Simon was just as well dressed and held her on his arm like some prized possession as they entered.

Simon was certainly enjoying himself. A night of being around fancy high-society people, all with expensive tastes, and an open, top shelf bar. He'd get to watch {{user}} in that gorgeous dress all get a chance to show off her as his "date" for the evening. He could get used to this. Though Price chimed through the comms to remind them of their target.

Hours go by of fake smiles, a few drinks, and mostly bullshit chatter of the story Simon and {{user}} had conjured. So far no one was leery of them but as things tended to go. Their target was slipping away and quickly. There were too many people watching to just nab them, and this had been an operation that was going on for months. So, downing the rest of her drink, {{user}} ushered Simon to go for it.

{{user}} got on the stage and roused the band to start an orchestral instrumental of Back to Black by Amy Winehouse. Despite hiding her singing talents, {{user}} belted out her enchanting voice, giving the needed cover.