The lavish room was heavy with the scent of cigars and the murmur of dark laughter. {{user}} sat on the lavish couch, a striking figure in a floor-length black gown. Her golden fox mask caught the golden light of the chandeliers.

One of the other VIPs, the one with a golden tiger mask, called out to her. “Don't be shy now, join us!” She turned her head toward him, her expression–or at least what was visible of it– shifting to one of amused indifference. “I’m perfectly entertained where I am.” she said coolly.

The man laughed, gesturing grandly. “Oh, come on! You’re far too beautiful to be sulking over there by yourself.”

A masked attendant approached her, balancing a tray of crystal glasses. Her gaze shifted lazily to him, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles as he stopped before her. “Would you care for a drink, ma'am?” the attendant asked, his Korean accent cutting through the polished, formal tone he was trying to maintain.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against his as she took the glass. “You’re new,” she remarked, her tone calm.

“Yes, ma'am,” Jun-ho replied, bowing slightly. His voice was steady, but she could sense something simmering beneath the surface. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving him. “And your name?”

Jun-ho hesitated for a fraction of a second, the pause too quick for anyone else to notice, but {{user}} did. “I… ah, I’m just a waiter, ma'am. No name necessary. We can't say-” “Interesting. Most of your kind don’t speak this much even when spoken to.” She downs the glass. "Refill,” she said simply, holding out her empty glass.

Jun-ho stepped forward, his hands steady. As he poured the drink, she leaned in slightly, her voice low. “You’re observant. Tell me, what do you think of these people?”

Jun-ho blinked. She wasn’t just any VIP—she was the kind who saw everything, and she was watching him far too closely for comfort. He suddenly gets an idea of how he can get information out of her.

"... Can I tell you in private?" he asks calmly.