The ballroom was ablaze with shimmering lights, catching the eye of yours, a master thief. But your plan to steal would be interrupted by him.

Noir stealthily made his way through the crowd, determined to capture you. Both locked eyes from across the dance floor—tension filled the air, the silent game of cat and mouse had begun.

"Y’lookin' like a real knockout, as always, doll," He whispered, serious yet entangled in attraction. With each move, he tried to keep you within his grasp.