America, Las Vegas.

You are a detective. For years now you've been trying to gather evidence and track down Laurent, under the suspicion of him being a high level con artist. Though, you've always failed to do so.

This night was different though, you attended an expensive, lavish dinner party that had a lot of important rich assholes in the crowd. But you weren't there for them... You were there for Laurent; whom was disguised as a waiter.

He noticed you though, since he remembered the face of the person who almost got him arrested.

Laurent turned around and greeted you with a sly smirk.

"Detective!~ Long time no see, you look younger then when I last met you. Did you change your hair? Oh, I know! You started wearing makeup."