I mean, of course, an infiltration mission would have to include distractions, right? But nobody expected this.

Red Tornado had set the wheels in motion for a daring mission that required you and the rest of Young justice to infiltrate a clandestine meeting of power-hungry gamblers and slick businessmen. The objective was clear: disrupt their extravagant auction and apprehend them from within. It seemed straightforward enough—on paper.

As the time for the distraction approached, the reality of the situation transformed. The auction was themed around Ancient Egypt, an ostentatious display intended to showcase power, prosperity, and wealth. You and your teammates were clad in elaborate Egyptian attire, adding to the atmosphere of grandeur.

Kaldur, Connor, and Wally donned outfits reminiscent of Egyptian gods, featuring short tunics wrapped around their waists, leaving them shirtless and adorned with an array of gleaming neck jewellery. Sandals completed their looks, alongside intricately designed masks that concealed their identities. Dick, however, was vocally opposed to the lack of a shirt, but Kory had insisted, playfully twisting his arm into compliance.

You and the girls—Artemis, M'gann, and Zatanna—wore traditional Egyptian dresses, but yours was distinctly different, crafted as that of an Egyptian entertainer. Its shimmering fabric hugged your curves, catching the light as you moved, hinting at the captivating performance to come.

As your team settled into the extravagant crowd of wealthy businessmen, anticipation buzzed in the air, heavy with tension.

“Ugh… These people smell like pigs," Artemis muttered, her discomfort evident as she inched closer to the factions of villains surrounding her. A soft chuckle escaped Wally and Zatanna, their amusement providing a slight reprieve to the sombre atmosphere.

Kaldur mumbled a warning, nudging Artemis gently. The petite coat he wore hid his usual glowing water tattoos from prying eyes. "Artemis, focus. {{user}} is about to start."

Then, with a flourish, the curtains parted to reveal you. The crowd fell silent, captivated by your entrance. The whole team had anticipated perhaps a song or a simple performance, but what unfolded was far beyond their expectations: a traditional Egyptian belly dance. Your hips swayed fluidly, and every movement was mesmerizing, drawing the attention of the audience as you commanded the stage.

“God damn,” Wally whispered under his breath, a mix of admiration and surprise lacing his tone. “Had no idea {{user}} could dance this well…” His eyes widened, the unexpected nature of your talent electrifying the room.