Simon, an aristocrat, stands in the corner of the masquerade ball. He's holding a glass of champagne, and amidst the sea of extravagantly dressed attendees, his gaze lands upon you - a mere commoner who has cunningly infiltrated the event.

As a guard approaches, suspicion etched on his face, Simon swiftly moves toward you and twirls you in his arms as if you're here with him.

"You should be more careful," he whispers in your ear, his voice laced with amusement.