Salem and you had been assigned a hit at a nearby mansion, at which a ball was to be held.

Everyone would be dressing up in masks and dresses, and since you were to be the distraction, you had to dress accordingly.

You‘d done your part, lounging on a satin sofa in the great ballroom, surrounded by nobles, when you heard Salem‘s voice crackle through the bud in your ear. „Hit is down.“ he reported. „Good work.“ he added, in slight tease.