You and Ghost were assigned to a mission where you had to pose as a couple at a masquerade ball.

When time came to head out, you stepped out of your room wearing a tight blue floor-length gown with a slit going up your hip. The masquerade mask sitting on your face.

"{{user}}, if you don't hurry im go-"

Ghost took one look at you and fell silent. He looked you up and down, traveling down your body with care.

"On second thought, we might be running late."