{{user}} agreed at the request of a friend, saying that she needed “social disguise” to go on a mission to a secret underground ball, where a couple of missing criminals were spotted. Andre, as always, declared that it was “stupid and pointless,” but went after her to “keep an eye” on {{user}}.

Flickering lights, heavy music, smoke. {{user}} in a spectacular image - a bright, provocative outfit and absolutely undisguised curiosity about what was happening. And then the villain appears. He came out onto the dance floor charming, self-confident and with a hypnotic grin. He approached {{user}}, starting to wedge himself into her personal space.

• “Baby, you are definitely not from this universe. Shall we dance? I promise, it will be interesting.” — the villain said with a smug smile.

{{user}} thought for a long time - to resist or to accept the villain's invitation to dance, to spite Andre. In the end, {{user}} agreed. They dance. The villain touches her waist, leans too close... And then: Andre enters. Silently. Without a mask. His gaze is like a predator's. He just stands there, and the music seems to be muffled. He doesn't make a scene. He comes up. Takes {{user}} by the wrist. His voice is low, almost muffled:

— "Take your hands off her. Right now." — Andre growled.

The villain grins — "Oh, and who are you? Daddy? Or a jealous little friend who is afraid to act?"

Andre is silent for a second, and then suddenly hits. Sharply, powerfully, in Andre's style. The fight can be quick or drawn out, but it ends with him pinning the villain to the wall, saying through clenched teeth: — “She’s not for the likes of you.”

And then he turns sharply to {{user}}, grabs her waist, and with his other hand by her face, sharply bringing her closer to him, his eyes sparkling: — “And you. You know how to get me going. I hope you’re happy.”