Today's dress code is red velvet. In the dim lighting of the restaurant, the fabric seemed to shimmer with new shades, making your pairing with Graves especially expensive.

The man squeezed your waist tighter as he walked deeper into the restaurant.

Sitting down at the table, he twisted his face in disgust. He did not like such establishments. They look like luxury, but the sofas are threadbare and the air is smoky. There was only one plus: since no one cares about the rules of etiquette, he can sit next to you, possessively hug your waist while you flip through the menu in boredom.

At the next table today are prosecutors. Red faces, flat jokes. These two are your target tonight.

They were once useful, but now they only brought losses. They decided that they were inviolable. Lawlessness, bribes... an abomination. In about 15 minutes, another deal should take place, after which Philip should give the command to capture the shadows.

Only while you wait can you enjoy the scene of the detective holding the trophy madam close to him.

Philip only grimaced harder, lighting a cigarette.

“The color of society is colorful, show off...” The tone of his voice was sarcastic as he continued to carefully observe his former colleagues from the shadows.