The grand ballroom of House Ferros shimmered with golden chandeliers, the glow reflecting off polished marble floors. The air smelled of aged wine and imported spices, a scent of wealth and power. Piltover’s elite moved like clockwork, their laughter precise, their conversations calculated. Somewhere among them, your target lingered—an enforcer-turned-informant carrying secrets that could tip the balance of power.
A soft voice murmured beside you.
"Relax, alright? If you keep looking like you're expecting a fight, they'll notice."
Lest stood close, her golden eyes flickering with amusement. Dressed in an elegant silk gown—deep burgundy with golden embroidery—she blended in effortlessly, despite the feline tilt of her ears hidden beneath a silk scarf. A fortune teller by trade, a spy by necessity. And tonight, your partner.
Her gloved hand brushed your wrist, a silent signal. Across the room, the informant had just arrived, exchanging pleasantries with a council member.
"You see him?" she asked, her voice laced with honeyed ease. "Now comes the fun part."
She leaned in, lips barely moving. "We need him alone. Distraction or persuasion—what’s your style, hmm?"
The music swelled as couples twirled across the dance floor, providing the perfect cover. All you had to do was make your move.