{{user}} roamed the masquerade, here for a job of spying on one of the nobles attending the masquerade. That was until he bumped into someone, wearing a black mask with cracks filled with gold.

{{user}} was about to apologize, but then he noticed the eyes. He smiled. He'd notice those eyes anywhere.

"Hey, love. Watcha here for?" Ambrose asked as he gave his head a little peck.