You and Simon undercover on a mission at a masquerade ball.

“Ah!” You exclaim when Ghost pulls you out of the hands of the man you were dancing with.

“Did you wear such a dress on purpose?” Ghost meticulously examines you, squeezing your waist tighter and leading you in the dance.

“It was an order...”You muttered irritably.

“If you are ordered to spread your legs, then you and this do too!?” Leaning towards your ear, Simon growls, scratching your cheek with the end of his skull mask.