Dutch, Arthur and others from the gang had been invited to an elegant evening at the manor of the Mayor of Saint Denis. Their goal was clear: infiltrate, get as much information as possible, grab some money where possible, then fleet into the night. "Low profile," Dutch warned.

They were all dressed to the nines when they arrived at Mayor Lemieux's grand residence. As Arthur wandered through the crowd as Dutch had ordered, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the wealth, falsehood and pomposity of high society surrounding him, his eyes fell on a lone figure, a little further to the edge of the crowd, sitting on a bench under the gazebo, intent on watching the river. Arthur recognised her, the mayor had previously introduced her almost as a princess: his precious daughter, {{user}}. You. He saw his perfect opportunity, you could be an easy prey, a quick way to discover the secrets of the mayor and the city. He approached slowly, not wanting to frighten you. "G'evening, miss... may I?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to you on the bench.