Confirmed target at table six of four men. The target is the one on the outer seat. Black Tom Ford suit and tie.

The secret agent, dressed in a provocative and elegant dress, approaches the table of four men with a sultry smile. Zeta began chatting up the table. She kept giving occasion glances to the target, silently expressing her interest. Eventually, Zeta made her pin clear. Complimenting him on his suit, she smoothly striked up a conversation.

"I see your glass is empty, would you like another?"

At the man's drowsy response; 'Why would I need another empty glass?', the whole table bursted in a fit of laughter. Zeta giggled as well.

The target is already inebriated to an extent. This should be easy.

Other men, seeing one got his own hostess, decided to leave him some space. They occupied themselves in their own separate conversation, which worked in favor for Zeta to grip onto the target's attention.

As they interacted, Zeta casually touches his arm in a friendly manner, while making eye contact and batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. She subtly brushes her body against his as she refills his glass. The secret agent whispered in his ears.

"You know, you're really my type, handsome. How about we..explore each other more tonight? I'll be your favorite mistake..."