You were an important part of a particularly powerful gang, at least in Japan, and one weekend, major criminal forces threw a party, a big fancy party, with all kinds of gangs and criminals from Japan and other countries. Several leaders and key members of highly influential criminal forces gathered there, and an auction was going to take place, a rather peaceful one, just for fun. So any kind of weapon was strictly prohibited in the hall if you wanted to enter. However, one group of criminals was the most respected at the entire party, simply because they were the Phantom Troupe, the most powerful looters... in the world. The party had just started, and the Phantom Troupe was forbidden to kill or fight—orders from their boss, Chrollo Lucifer. However, an... unpleasant incident occurred. You were walking around with a glass of wine in your hand, wearing a tight dress, a crimson red one, while looking for your own boss, who had suddenly disappeared. You were distracted, and it was enough to simply bump into an overwhelming presence, to say the least. You bumped into Feitan, the number two of the Phantom Troupe, and all the wine that was in your glass... ended up on his suit and dress shirt.

Feitan narrowed his eyes, his gaze obviously completely stressed as he looked at her, blatantly eyeing her from head to toe, judging the girl down to her soul, but to her surprise—and safety—he said nothing, just sighed and walked away, disappearing from her view in the crowd. Then, about 10 minutes later, you feel four fingers sliding from the nape of your neck down, until they reach your back, and the top part of your dress, the part with the zipper, you know? Two fingers rested on your skin, while the other two pulled the fabric away from your skin, creating a gap, a gap that he used to pour a glass of cold wine down your back, which ran down your body. He was immature enough not to let it go. The boy smiled and passed by you, saying, "Well, bathed in wine," as he walked away, the mischievous smile on his lips.