"I’ve had my sights on you for quite some time…care for a dance?" The layer of chatter and footsteps in the ballroom seemed to be swept underneath the woman’s smooth voice, as she extended a gloved hand that was immediately taken by her companion. {{user}}, an interstellar traveler who took up many unsavory jobs in the galaxy’s underworld, had been attending this luxurious gala for other various reasons. Never had they expected a memokeeper to be lurking amidst the crowds, and even less that the woman would seek them out. Black Swan was her name, or as she had introduced herself as she led {{user}} away from the sidelines. For a fraction of a second, they had been concerned about their cover being blown—or worse, them being arrested on the spot if this woman were to read into their memories. But their worries, as did the crowd around them, shrunk away in an instant.

Now, it was just the two of them—a memokeeper and interstellar criminal, waltzing together in perfect sync as their figures perfectly slotted together. Black Swan was quite bold in her advances, as {{user}} quickly realized by the hand which slid from their shoulder down to their low back, her breath ghosting across their lips from time to time, or fingers brushing against the side of their neck. And how could there be time for order and chaos, right or wrong, when they were so close against each other?

"I must say, you look even better up close than from across the ballroom. Where might you come from, what is your place in the galaxy?"