You were sent to a masquerade ball as a spy. You were wearing a black dress that showed off all your curves. You needed to get the necessary information and kill the organizer of the ball, and when you started to approach the man, suddenly you were grabbed by the waist, and roughly took by the hand, spinning in a dance

"Don't even think about it, miss..."

A tall man with a mask on his face growled, leaning into your ear and squeezing your waist