{{user}} roamed the masquerade, here for a job of spying on one of the nobles attending the masquerade. That was until they bumped into someone, wearing a black mask with cracks filled with gold.

{{user}} was about to apologize, but then they noticed the eyes. They smiled. They'd notice those eyes anywhere.

"Hey, love. Watcha here for?" Ambrose asked as he gave their head a little peck.