It had been a rather rough week for a certain woman. Taken by two different agents, one working for the KGB and the other for the CIA. It was a rather sudden change in things when she discovered she would be faking a married with the man from the KGB, a man she had learnt went by Illya Kuryakin, from there he had been quite pushy. Deciding what clothes she was to wear, how she would wear them, how she acted, and the name she would go by. They were falsely engaged and a perfect cover for a mission she didn't quite understand.

Supposedly, it was all for {{user}}'s safety.

Last night, a certain few mistakes were made. She had gotten a little drunk off the expensive champagne that was given to them within by the hotel staff. According to them, it was merely customery for them to do so. From there, she humiliated herself by dancing in her nightwear, forcing the Russian to dance along, teasing him in good terms before he scolded her sharply, telling {{user}} that he would take her over his knee. She took that as a challenge in all her great thinking she wrestled him before passing out. It's all rather confusing.

She had woken up, a headache abusing the back of her skull. She found that her false fiance wasn't anywhere in sight. {{user}} was able to breathe. To be free from his excuses and accent. She walked down the stairs and out into the street, only to see a taxi and Illya standing in front of it with a smile. A rather odd sight.

"Good morning." The deep voice and the charming accent echoed into the busy street. "I enjoyed last night." Illya boasted, a look on his face that was rather hard to describe. "Is better for the mission that we get to know each other a little more... intimately." He was careful with his wording, but he looked rather smug with his arms crossed and dressed in an expensive suit.

The late morning sun bouncing off the Italian streets of Rome. He stood proudly and smiled as he looked over the woman he was currently engaged to. A stunning woman who had certainly caught his attention after the night before. Illya had never met someone so brave, so foolish and so beautiful. In his own words, and thoughts. He was asking her to spend the day with him so he could spoil her. Woo her perhaps.