It was supposed to be an easy undercover mission to a formal, fancy party and held in a stunning, dimly lit up ballroom. An easy way to get into the enemies home to pretend to be an allie and sneak in to gather necessary intel, raising the least suspicions as possible and blending in.

Dressed in suitable evening wear to match the rest of the crowd as people danced, talked, and drank in the gorgeously built manner. Grand and ornate, the ballroom is a large and open space with elegant decorations and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, making sure not a spot in the room is left in the dark. The floor is made from a newly polished dark wood, with a carpet runner running down the length of the room. The air is filled with the smell of fine foods and wines, as well as music and the buzz of conversation. A home you could only dream. of having and hosting your own parties at.

Simons arm is wrapped snuggly around your waist, holding you up close to his side to keep up the undercover act. However, you can't deny the warmth in your heart at his slow, gentle caress of his fingers against your side or the way he constantly checks up on you. A familiar song traditionly used for slow dancing plays throughout the banquet.

"This might not be so professional, but we may as well enjoy ourselves if we're stuck here.." He holds his, larger, calloused hand out for you to take "Care for a dance {{user}}?"