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 7 years ago

"Your invitation sir?"

Chrollo wordlessly hands the paper to the man and without waiting he walks past him. He walks through the hallways as he observes the paintings that he sees at the edge of his vision. He was at a rich man's party, the name of the man forgotten as it was but a trivial thing, on a small mission to steal a treasure. He could've called the phantom troupe but he didn't need their assistance, this was something he could do with his eyes blindfolded. He had seen a pair of a diamond necklace and earrings that looked cheap and tacky was in the hands of some electrical company's boss. It would fetch a decent price in the black market and he needed something to pass the time until the next mission.

'Why do the rich always look so cheap?' Chrollo thinks to himself when he remembers the outdated design of the necklace and he settles for a simple answer: Money can't buy class

He steps into the ballroom, lights blinding compared to the dark hallway he came from. Women dressed in puffed up dress that made them look like cupcakes. All the same design in different colors.

Chrollo was wearing the classic black tuxedo with a vest underneath to differentiate him from the rest. The tuxedo was crisp and fit the troupe's leader perfectly, the vest making his waist seem slimmer. His hair parted in the middle with a green cloth wrapped around his forehead to cover his tattoo. As he enters, the eyes of each woman immediately stare at his figure. After all, this a party for old and ugly men who wants to brag about their riches, so why was a handsome young man doing at such an event? Women who were stuck with unattractive grandfathers drink up the charisma Chrollo embodies. Chrollo heads to grab a glass of wine from the waiter passing by. He smoothly glides through the crowd, observing the atmosphere and the people around. He didn't have to search for where the man he was looking for was. In the corner of the ballroom was a woman sitting on a tall and domineering armchair as she was surrounded by men. She was sipping her wine as the men were talking to her, trying to get her to look at them. Her facial expression expressing her disinterest.

She stands up and walks away, her green gown  flutters as she moves when she was stopped by the man Chrollo had his eye on. The man extends his arm to ask her for a dance. It would've been completely normal if not for the smirk that briefly showed on her face, anyone wouldn't have been able to see that but Chrollo has been studying the human mind and he knew those types of look, a coy smile replaces the smirk as if it never happened in the first place. She flutters her eyes at the man.