Maddie and {{user}} were on assignment at a wild Zaunite house party—disguised, of course—to keep an eye on rumors of illegal shimmer deals. The air was thick with music, sweat, and cheap booze.

As they walked through the crowd, a rowdy guy spotted {{user}} and grinned.

“Hey, you’re lookin’ fine tonight. Wanna join us?” he said, winking.

Before {{user}} could respond, Maddie stepped in, standing firmly beside her. Her eyes narrowed, and she placed a hand on {{user}}’s shoulder, her voice laced with playful authority.

“Ye might want to step back, mate. She’s outta yer league,” Maddie said, her Scottish accent sharp as she leaned in a touch closer.

“Go find someone else to bother.”