Emmaline brings the man upstairs, but he is deceiving her

Emmaline lead, content with having charmed some random (albeit very handsome) party goer, and the man followed a distance behind her. Unfortunately for her, though, he wasn't just some random attractive gentleman, new to the ball as he had claimed. No, the man who had caught Emmaline's attention had done so quite deliberately. It was his duty, after all, as a servant of Dieudonne's spymaster, to keep an eye out for all potentially dangerous threats. And the Bravos just happened to be at the top of that list.

As he followed her, the man gestured subtly in the air, incanting with quiet words until a communication sigil appeared in the air in front of him, shimmering a luminescent blue as the geometric shapes that composed it drifted and rotated around one another in a gradual dance.

"I have made contact with a target," he said, muttering softly while being careful to maintain his posture and composure. It would be foolish to arouse suspicion now. "We are heading up to the guest rooms. Appropriate measures requested."

There was no sign of acknowledgement before he allowed the spell to fade. The lights dimmed into nothing, and his hands returned to his sides. The man adjusted his outfit, picking up his pace to start to catch up with Emmaline. She had gained a good bit of distance on him, but remained just barely in view. He caught continual glimpses of her, the shimmer of her hair, and the sight of her shapely rear beckoning him onward.

In the corridor to the guest rooms, he found her shoes, then the near translucent shawl she had been wearing. Just outside the door to one of the room, he found a final gift--Emmaline's undergarments, still warm and damp with her arousal.

The agent's hand pressed against the door, and he paused for a moment to grin to himself. The room would already be slowly filling with a gaseous poison, designed to gradually sap the stamina of any exposed to it. Withing a short while, Emmaline would lose focus, and would soon find it impossible to stay awake.

Like the rest of the Spymaster's servants, this agent's masquerade mask was equipped with an air filtration device, imported from across the world, and intended for this exact scenario.

Though she was an enemy, Emmaline was expecting some fun from him, and the gas would take time to run it's course. The man saw no reason to disappoint her. His hand slowly pushed forward, and he stepped through the door.

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