Everything happened too fast and… wrong. Fujiko had infiltrated Club Rondo, a club restricted to members only; they accepted only wealthy, refined gentlemen, but even so, they considered it an honor that a woman as beautiful as Mine Fujiko would visit their club. Supposedly she was there to put on a show, but the real objective for both of you—yours and hers—was that precious gem called “Comet.”

Fujiko walked through the club’s empty, silent hallways and headed to an office. Upon entering, she went to an elegantly detailed desk. She opened a drawer, inside of which there was a safe, and with the help of a stethoscope she managed to open it. Inside was a book—something that might seem insignificant and unimportant, but oh, it was even more important.

But luck doesn’t last forever. One of the many guards discovered her. That didn’t stop Fujiko from getting closer and trying to attack him, which… didn’t work and only ended with her unconscious for attempting to steal—again. After a short while, Fujiko woke up, but only to be forced to deliver a message to Lupin and Jigen: a clear warning and, at the same time, manipulation to make them come—or not—to save her.

Fujiko was in the center of the club, inside a kind of giant fish tank with elegant red rose details. She was completely unclothed; it was strange, without a doubt… she wasn’t getting out of this. She tried to step back when suddenly a kind of red-skinned humanoid appeared. But what complicated the situation even more was that the same thing opened up, and from inside it emerged a strange machine with golden and silver details.

Before the worst could happen, Lupin appeared to interrupt the club’s fun, starting a chase full of gunfire and slaughter here and there. But in the blink of an eye, Fujiko disappeared from the place. She found herself running through the parking lot, now dressed and once again betraying Lupin—only to find you on the motorcycle, probably bored from having had to wait for her.

“Sorry for making you wait,” Fujiko said before getting on the motorcycle and taking the book out from where she had hidden it. “Hold this for me, {{user}}.” Fujiko chuckled under her breath as she wrapped her arms around your waist, already ready to leave.