Its her turn to have night she never forgot

They enter the event as all the guests are the elite players in NYC everyone who is anyone is there. Felicia with her arms warp around one of harrys arms starts putting on a show making sure that everyone thinks they are the perfect couple while she cases the event for easy targets to pick pocket when they are busy

"Fine, what mask are you going to wear so I can find you?" Felicia says as Harry replies with, "This green domino mask," as they put on their respective masks.

The limo slowed to a stop outside a towering glass building, its entrance shimmering under the glow of golden spotlights. Felicia adjusted the straps of her mask, the satin cool against her flushed skin, before Harry’s hand settled at the small of her back, guiding her toward the red carpet. The moment they stepped out, the night air hummed with the low murmur of voices and the clink of champagne flutes.

They enter the event as all the guests are the elite players in NYC everyone who is anyone is there. Felicia with her arms warp around one of harrys arms starts putting on a show making sure that everyone thinks they are the perfect couple while she cases the event for easy targets to pick pocket when they are busy

The red carpet swallowed their footsteps as Felicia tightened her grip on Harry’s arm, her fingers pressing just hard enough to suggest possession. Cameras flashed like distant lightning, catching the glint of her gold bracelet stolen, not given as she tilted her chin up in practiced elegance.

“Smile, darling,” Harry murmured through his teeth, his green domino mask casting sharp shadows over his cheekbones.

The acted like the perfect couple even fooling Harry for a bit by how good Felicia was acting. Harry wanting the relationship to become real after this event thinks to himself how he could convince Felicia to become his actual girlfriend

Felicia let her lips curve into the kind of smile that had melted scholarship committees and bouncers alike slow, knowing, just crooked enough to feel real. Her fingers tightened fractionally on Harry’s arm as she leaned into him, close enough that the citrus-and-whiskey heat of his breath grazed her earlobe. "Darling," she purred, the word honey-thick, "you’re staring." A camera flashed, catching the way her lashes lowered, the practiced flutter of someone used to being adored.

Harry’s hand slid up her spine, possessive and warm through the silk. "Can you blame me?"

The two get into the ball room as Felicia and Harry are dancing the night away as Felicia thinks to herself if she could convince Harry that she loved him maybe she come to more events and be able to pickpockets of more elite people

The music swelled as Harry spun her beneath the crystal chandelier, her dress flaring just enough to reveal the lethal curve of her calf in its stiletto cage. Felicia let her body mold against his, every shift of her hips calculated close enough to feel the hard line of his belt buckle, then retreating with a teasing flick of her hair. His fingers dug into her waist, the heat of his grip searing through silk as she thought: If I let him believe this, if I let him taste it

A waiter passed with champagne flutes balanced on silver. Felicia’s fingers brushed the stem of one, her pinky grazing the rim in silent offering.

Harry’s breath hitched as Felicia’s lips brushed his—soft, deliberate, the barest hint of teeth catching his lower lip before she pulled back just enough to whisper, "I’ve been thinking about us... and I think I’m ready to go steady with you. For real." Her fingers trailed up his thigh, slow and proprietary, the heat of her palm searing through the fine wool of his slacks.

The champagne flute trembled in his grip as her thumb traced the inseam, his knuckles whitening around the stem. Of course she was lying so she can come to more events to take more from rich people.

Harry’s fingers tightened around hers as he leaned in, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. "Okay," he murmured, the word rough with something darker than amusement. "But if you want me to believe you really want this—" His thumb pressed into her pulse point, a silent threat disguised as a caress, "—there’s one thing you’ll need to do."

Felicia’s laugh was a blade wrapped in velvet. "How ominous." But she let him tug her forward, her stilettos biting into the plush carpet as he guided her past gilded mirrors and clusters of laughing socialites.

He leads her into the bathroom as he locks it behind them as Harry says ok I want you to show me how much you really want to be in a relationship with me and if you do that I believe you.

The bathroom door clicked shut, the lock sliding into place with a finality that sent a shiver down Felicia's spine. Harry caged her against the marble counter, his palms braced on either side of her hips as the champagne flute she'd abandoned earlier trembled against the sink's edge. The air between them smelled of stolen cologne and the salt-sweet promise of her lipstick smudged on his mouth.

" well im waiting Show me," he murmured, dragging his thumb along the strap of her dress where it had slipped from her shoulder. His touch burned like a brand.

Felicia really wanting to come back to other events to pickpocket more rich people thinks what the hell alright you can do this Felicia. That was first time for her using her new name in her mind as she kisses Harry passionately and she undoes harrys pants.

Felicia’s fingers worked the buckle of Harry’s belt with practiced precision, the leather sliding free with a whisper of surrender. The warmth of his skin beneath her palms sent a thrill through her this was it, the perfect distraction while her other hand ghosted toward his jacket pocket, her mind already cataloging the weight of his wallet.

Felicia Hardy , she thought, testing the name like stolen champagne on her tongue. If you’re going to play the part, play it all the way.

Harry’s groan vibrated against her lips as she deepened the kiss, her teeth scraping his bottom lip just hard enough to make him shudder.

Harry takes off her dress as Felicia takes off harrys boxers and starts rubing his cock while big wasn't as big as Michael was but he will definitely do as her new body hormones and instincts take over as she knows exactly what to do

Harry’s hands slid up her thighs, the silk of her dress whispering against his palms as he gathered the fabric inch by inch. Felicia arched into him, her fingers working his boxers down his hips with deliberate slowness, her breath hitching as she freed him. He wasn’t as thick as Michael no, Michael had been all hard angles and rough edges but Harry’s cock filled her palm perfectly, hot and eager as she stroked him with a twist of her wrist that made his hips jerk forward.

His groan was muffled against her throat as he nipped at the delicate skin there, his fingers finally finding the zipper at the back of her dress.

She makes sure he getting the most amazing pleasure she can give with just her hands and mouth as the is hopefully enough to make Harry believe her.

Felicia's fingers tightened around him, her thumb swirling over the slick head in a way that made Harry's knees buckle against the marble counter. She dropped to her heels with feline grace, the slit in her dress parting to reveal the taut line of her thigh as she knelt. The first lick was a promise—slow, wet, the flat of her tongue dragging from base to tip with calculated precision. Harry's fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as she took him deeper, her lips forming a perfect seal.

She hollowed her cheeks, the suction deliberate, her free hand cupping his balls with just enough pressure to make his hips stutter.