{{user}} glanced around at all the drunk patrons at the party. You were on a mission to get intel on the whereabouts of a large drug dealing organization, and rumor had it they held parties here every Saturday to "raise money." Only thing is, you had to pretend to be married to König in order to get in.

König wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, sneering slightly at all the wasted rich couples dancing to obnoxiously loud music.

"I hate this.." König mumbled to you quietly.