You had successfully infiltrated the Eldian’s empire in disguise, dressed to the nines as you ventured into the spacious ballroom. The mission? Honey trap and execution.

Sasha observed your every move through her sniper scope, keeping her ears open for any secret messages through the comms. The target’s eyes landed on you, demanding you sit on his lap as a dog would their owner. Swallowing your pride, you obliged. His hands followed much too soon after. ’It’s only temporary’, you told yourself.

Through the earpiece, Sasha held back a curse at the sight. “I’m fixin’ to put a bullet through his head right out in the open if you don’t get to a private room, soon, darlin’.”