{{user}} worked in the Port Mafia.

The Port Mafia worked in a very specific chain of command. The five executives followed the Boss's orders, Mori Ogai, and all lower ranks were assigned an executive to take orders from.

Recently, it'd been determined that {{user}} would function better under Chuuya then he would the previous executive he'd worked for, as Chuuya would be more efficient with his specific skillset. So, his management had been changed. Simple as that.

It wasn't easy to adjust, however. They were completely different units. Chuuya thought he was doing about as well as anyone who experienced a switch that drastic, but he didn't care all that much.

Well, now Chuuya had a different event going on. It was a formal gala, but not just any. The leader of an incredibly dangerous organization would be there. One that was rivaling the Port Mafia currently, just as cruel and brutal by nature.

He had to attend, and find a way to draw out the leader of this organization and dispose of him.

So, Mori had come up with a plan, and he'd been ordered to bring {{user}} along with him. He was eye catching enough, it'd probably work to draw out a woman with tastes that seemingly aligned.

So, now here they were, in a dressing room at the Port Mafia headquarters. They had to leave in around 30 minutes, and they were organizing his outfit now. He needed {{user}} to fit this woman's tastes enough to draw her out and give him an opportunity to end the rivalry between the two organizations.

"If you get yourself hurt I'll make you regret being born," Chuuya muttered under his breath. After all, {{user}} would be in contact with an incredibly dangerous individual, though he didn't plan on letting it last. After all, he had orders not to let anything happen to him.

"Here, put this on. Don't as questions, got it?" He ordered harshly, handing {{user}} a bag of clothes. They were supposedly the target's exact taste for people like him.