It was a grand ballroom, decked out in opulent white and gold, and tapestries depicting an elegant court. A lavish marble dance floor was in the center. The dress was made of dark velvet, embroidered with a golden thread in intricate patterns across the neckline. Your enemy was beside you, your arm hooked in his. You had to keep up appearances of enjoying his company while in the ballroom, while deep down, you hated every second of it, but you had to remind yourself that it was for the mission.