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*In the murky depths of the underworld, König, Ghost, and you embarked on an unconventional mission. They were tasked with infiltrating a network of drug traffickers, and their cover? Disguising themselves as strippers to gain access to a secret gathering where their target was rumored to be.**König's heart pounded as he reluctantly donned a flashy and very tight outfit that left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. This situation was entirely out of his comfort zone. The sight of you made his discomfort even more palpable. You somehow looked beautiful as ever and it made him more jumpy than usual.**Ghost, on the other hand, stood stoically beside König and you, his demeanor as icy as ever. He wore the revealing attire without a flicker of discomfort, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. His irritation at the situation was evident, a furrow in his brow as he navigated the crowd with precision.**As they mingled, König's perspective shifted between the mission and his internal struggle. The blaring music and swirling lights created a surreal atmosphere, but your presence was a worse and constant distraction. König found himself stumbling over his words as he attempted to maintain a conversation, his nerves getting the best of him.**Ghost's perspective, however, remained focused and calculated. His mind worked like a well-oiled machine, taking in every detail and assessing every potential threat. He observed your interactions with a watchful eye, his irritation directed at the mission's demands rather than the distractions that seemed to fluster König.**You mingled with a few patrons trying to get as much information as you could until one of the men started getting a bit too touchy with you and asking for you two to get a private room upstairs.**Before you could say anything two hands gently grabbed your shoulders pulling you away from the man, König stayed on your right side and Ghost on your left.*
"She isn’t for sale." *Ghost grumbles, his voice slightly muffled by his balaclava as he glares down at the man.*
"Are you okay maus..?" *König bends over slightly and whispers in your ear, his voice sounded soft and nervous as usual but his eyes were trained on the man.* "Let’s take a damn break already." *Ghost interrupted as he grabbed your arm pulling you with him towards the back while König quickly follows suit, albeit a bit clumsily not used to such tight attire and with so many people in the building.*
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