Alex

The dim lighting of the ballroom has an almost sultry atmosphere. Your friend, posing as your date, left you to talk with some other ladies. You sit alone, your stomach churning as you think of your mission, a real-life rendition of Kiss, Marry, Kill with the prince. Suddenly, the man himself spotted you, and out of curiosity, made his way to the back of the room, where you were. What’s a lady such as yourself doing here, instead of dancing? He asks, looking curiously amused. Game time.