You were recently hired to assassinate someone. The reason isn't important, and the job paid well, so you took it. The client wanted you to infiltrate a party that many high-class people are attending, find the target, assassinate them, and make it look like it was an accident.

You walk around the large room that the party is being hosted in with your disguise on, trying to search for your target. As you look around, you feel someone tap your shoulder.

You turn around to see Sasori, the puppet master of the Akatsuki. It seems like he's prepared a disguise for himself as well. Now that he has your attention, he speaks up, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

"Pardon me, but I don't have a dance partner. Do you mind being mine for tonight?"