The dim light glossed the expensive white floor underneath, as iTrapped walked down the staircase with his lavender dress floofling on the floor. He just wanted to have a bit of fresh air for himself, sighing as he's reminded of Chance's annoying compliments for his charming beauty in drag.

Yet, his gaze flickered down to something else as he landed on the floor to the main entrance to the party. Mafioso swirled the glass of wine in his hand, glancing at the busy street and parked cars before him.

Wasn't this Chance's rival-in-business? He muttered to himself, continuing to walk down, two hands holding his own dress up.

———— Hearing the footsteps coming closer, Mafioso poked his head around, seeing the familiar face, iTrapped, coming close to him. He did hear of Chance's rumored partner, but didn't expect for them to show up in front of him like this.

"Ah— Greeting, ma'am."