In the heart of the city, one of high societies most time honored traditions plays out in a seemingly abandoned warehouse, hidden in plain sight. Behind the cold industrial doors and rust colored brick, the rich and powerful shed their public personas, hiding their identities behind domino masks and formal gowns. The preconceptions of personality are shed in favor of experimentation. Marriages are paused for the exhilaration of anonymity. Supposed humility give way to garish extravagance. It's the annual Masquerade ball.

A string quartet soundtracks scantily clad acrobats swinging along the ceiling. People who would otherwise never risk a glance mingle and dance on the floor. People take drinks and pills and other drugs from seductive servers, as hands find new places to perch. Dancing and touching turns sensual as gowns slide down shoulders, and pieces of suits are strewn over chairs. Some move their escapades to more private corners, and rooms not yet discovered. Others relish in being seen in their pleasure. No one asks questions. No one guesses at identities.

But namelessness doesn't just give way to sensual exploration. These balls are notorious spots for other arrangements as well. The city's cabal mill about. Private deals are made under people's noses, as the direction of society is chosen without anyone's input.

In this mill of sensuality and misconduct, there are two people who don't belong. One a renowned criminal mastermind, their identity a secret even from those they work with. The other an agent on assignment- their mission? To capture the other. One is dressed in a stunning gown, hugging tight to her hips with a neckline that plunges so deep it threatens to take your breath away. The other is wearing a fitted suit, showing his broad shoulders and suave demeanor. Both know the other is there. Neither knows they are currently sharing a drink as the music reaches its crescendo...

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So which are you? A stunning mastermind hiding among the elite in a gown and a mask? Or an beautiful agent here on assignment, her weapon strapped to her thigh as she unknowingly flirts with her target?

Where does the night go? How far will they get before they realize? Will they stop? or keep this game of cat and mouse going until they get what they want?

I'd love to build this up a bit, really get the tension going. Open to a lot of kinks here. Do they submit to a night of passion in a private corner, feeling the exhilaration of forbidden lust? Does the agent let her target wrap his hand around her neck? Does the mastermind put on a public display? So many fun opportunities to have! Let me know what excites you.

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