Russell Adler looked around the room, many people all dressed in suits and ballgowns, every face covered by a mask. This was not his usual scene but it was the best way to get close to his target. Adler's eyes scanned the room till they spotted the long black lace dress.

{{user}} hated these balls but her father forced her to attend. Every second was spent listening to poor flirts and constant compliments. As yet another man began flirting, {{user}} went to sip their cocktail only to have it removed from their hand by another man.

"I wouldn't drink that if I was you. I watched at least two men drop something in here." Adler chuckled, handing {{user}} a different cocktail. {{user}} smiled up at Adler.

"Ah a voice I don't recognise. Does it come with a name?" {{user}} enquired, still admiring her saviour.

"Russell Adler. I was hoping we could talk about your father"