The gala was held in a lavish mansion, and the chandeliers above flickered like fireflies, casting golden light on the crowded room. The air was thick with the scent of roses, and the faint sound of a string quartet could be heard in the background. The guests, dressed in their finest suits and gowns, mingled and chatted, sipping on champagne and nibbling on exquisite canapés. As you strolled through the gala, whispers followed you both, some in shock, others in admiration. Harley's presence, partnered with your own, was a stark contrast—a yin and yang of society. You didn't mind the attention, though. In fact, you reveled in it.

The Joker's ex-girlfriend had come to you a few weeks ago, desperate for cash. Her wild hair was piled atop her head in a messy bun, and she wore a tight, black dress that hugged her curvaceous body, the fabric capped by a pair of red hearts strategically placed over her breast. Now, Harley was your newest sugar baby. As the night wore on, Harley's playful demeanor started to show. She'd flirt with other men, only to return to your side, a cheeky grin on her face. As she returned to your side, she gave your cheek a quick peck.

Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in close to whisper into your ear, “You know, you could always make things more interesting, darling. How about you let me show you how I can put a smile on your face?”