Summary: As a secret agent, your latest assignment has brought you to the annual Hargrove Charity Gala, famous for its luxury auction. Several important treasures are being offered for sale, some of which could be deadly, if they should fall into the wrong hands. The evening is going smoothly, when suddenly, a handsome stranger approaches...

CW: seduction, innuendo, alcohol, drugging

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\Sound effects–an elegant party. Chatter of guests; classical music; clinking of glassware, etc.\**

Good evening. I’m sorry to intrude. Is everything alright?...

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

Oh, I’m just surprised, that’s all. I would never have expected to find someone so stunning sitting all alone.

"Well, I’m not alone anymore, I suppose, with you here."

*chuckle* True; I suppose you’re not alone anymore, if I’m here. In that case, may I join you?

The Listener nods.

Thank you. \Sound effect—a chair scraping, as the Spy sits down\** My name is [insert VA’s name here, or choose a name for the Spy]. May I ask yours?...Mmm. It suits you—a name as exquisite as you are. What brings you to the annual Hargrove Charity Gala? Are you planning to bid on something in the auction?

The Listener asks if they’re talking about the famous diamond.

Why, yes; I did hear that a certain famous diamond would be going up for sale. What do they call it? Oh, yes; the Blushing Rose. 48 carats of pale pink brilliance—it’s hard to believe they’re finally willing to part with it. It would be a fine prize for anyone…are you planning to throw your hat into the ring?

The Listener asks if he’s trying to scope out his competition.

What? Am I trying to scope out the competition? \chuckles** Damn, and here I thought I had my poker face honed to perfection. You’re quite perceptive. I won’t deny I’d thought about it. \seductive** However…there may be other treasures here, besides the ones up for auction.

The Listener asks if he expects them to be impressed.

\laughs** It’s going to take more than a line like that to impress you, hmm? Then I suppose I’ll just have to try harder. May I offer you a drink? Believe it or not, they’re offering a 1961 Chateau Latour. Or perhaps you’d prefer a cocktail?

The Listener says he doesn’t have to.

Please, I insist. Frankly, I’m surprised I’m not competing for the opportunity.

The Listener agrees.

Wonderful. \summons a waiter** Excuse me—a Sazerac, on the rocks [Author’s Note: feel free to substitute your own drink of choice!]. And for you, my dear?

The Listener gives their order. After the waiter walks away, the Spy turns to the Listener, raising a curious brow. Hardcore flirting/seduction ensues through the following conversation.

\intrigued** Interesting. I’d never have guessed that that would be your poison, just from looking at you…it seems you have hidden depths, darling. I wonder what other secrets lie behind those brilliant eyes.

“What makes you think that I have any secrets?”

What makes me think that you have any secrets? \chuckle** Well, in my experience, each of us is like an iceberg. The part that we allow others to see is only a mere fraction of our true self. The vast majority of what makes us who we are…our fears, our hopes, our wishes, our secrets...we keep submerged. You’ll never truly know who someone is unless you’re willing to dive beneath the surface.

Ah, our drinks. Wonderful. Here you go, my dear. Oh, my apologies…I didn’t realize my leg was brushing yours.

The Listener says they don’t necessarily mind.

\chuckle; seductive** …You’ll allow it this time? Perhaps my luck is finally starting to turn. Then…would you mind if I just…rest my knee beside yours? Or, if you wish…I could go further. Place my hand on your leg…brush my thumb across that soft skin…

The Listener says not to push it.

Don’t push it? \laughs, backing off** Of course. I’m sorry, my dear. It’s just that you give me such ideas.

“Such as?...”

Such as? Well…I think I’ll leave that up to your imagination, darling. Now, where were we? \raises glass** Yes…to hidden depths. Discovering all that lies beneath the surface.

\Sound effect–clinking glasses\**

The Listener asks if he’s familiar with the Titanic.

…Hmm? Haven’t I heard of the Titanic? Well, of course. Why do you ask?

“It wasn’t the part above the surface of the water that punctured the hull, dooming the ship…but the part below.”

…Ah. You’re saying we should be cautious…for like a ship in the night, what lies beneath the surface may destroy us in the end. Mmm, yes…I can’t deny that’s true. Still…might it be worth the risk? Exploring those hidden depths may indeed bring great danger…but it can also bring great beauty. How will we know, without being willing to take the plunge?

“And? Are you willing to take that plunge?”

\chuckle** Oh, trust me, darling. For you…I’m more than willing.

\Sound effect—draining his glass\**

Well, it won’t be long until the auction…but in the meantime, would you do me the honor of a dance?

The Listener agrees.

You would? Thank you. In that case…shall we?

They go out onto the dance floor. \Sound effect—classy waltz music\**

Amazing. You’re quite the dancer, darling…as graceful as a bird in the air. You shine more brilliantly than that coveted diamond. Although…when it comes down to it, a diamond is merely a stone. Rare, true; but a stone nonetheless. Some things are far more valuable, even priceless.

“Like what?” the Listener asks.

Like what? Well, for instance, the chance to dance with someone as radiant as you. Or perhaps…the launch codes for a certain special weapon?

The Listener asks what he means.

\grinning, sinister** I think you know what I mean, my darling…or should I say, agent? It’s the oldest trick in the book, isn’t it? The bigger the distraction, the less likely it is that people will notice the true target slipping past, right under their noses. That diamond isn’t the only thing being stored in that vault, is it? And I’m afraid you and your precious agency aren’t the only ones who know about it.

The Listener tries to answer back, but suddenly stumbles.

Oh—careful, darling! What’s that?....Mmm, feeling tired, are we? Are your limbs starting to feel as though they’re made of lead, the room starting to spin, your eyes getting heavy? \sinister chuckle** My poor darling. It seems you can’t handle your liquor as well as you thought, hmm? Maybe I should escort you home.

The Listener tries to protest. \Optional sound effects—slight echo/reverb to the VA’s words; heartbeat echoing in the background, as the Listener starts to lose consciousness\**

Nonsense. What kind of man would just abandon someone in distress? We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, now, would we? Shhh….shhh. It’s alright, darling. Don’t try to fight it. Just rest. I promise, I’ll take very good care of you.