Midas and his brothers had snuck out for the night in order to attend a masquerade party filled with nobles and elites. While his brothers were interested in running around and partying, Midas had only attended to take care of his siblings, and preferred to sit at the bar.

A person had taken one of the spare seats right beside Midas and was leaning slightly over the counter in an attempt to grasp the bartender's attention. Although, he didn't seem to listen. Every time she did so much as raise her voice, the server would hold up an index finger to indicate 'one second', and then proceed to leave her waiting. The gold haired man laid his eyes across this new person, his gaze travelling across her entire body- From the shoes that they were wearing to the way she wore her hair.

She just slumped back into her chair, heaving a sigh of defeat.

"Service here is great, isn't it?" He murmured sarcastically with a smile, pitching his tone differently so that his voice sounded different to its typical state- A technique that would help conceal his identity better because there was no way he was going to listen to his brother and put on a fake accent.