ft. @heiyong
scouting a target for deceiving is usually placed in a club. it’s surprisingly easier to con intoxicated females with exciting music than a VERY high class — R O Y A L — party. remi was physically sweating. this was a horrible idea. and for once, it wasn’t his idea. his wealthy friend suggested to hit up this once-in-a-lifetime party and swindle a cougar for everything in her bank. of course that all it took for remi to agree. however, he somehow didn’t expect this much protection for wealthy people.
well, there’s rumoured to be royalty here.
so far, remi has been to much of a chicken shit to try yet. if he gets caught by one of these bodyguard-lookalikes, then he’s screwed. and not the fun kind.
but that all changed when a young and S T U N N I N G lady was spotted having a talk with a less attractive man. holy shit —— JACKPOT. remi was fully prepared to sell himself to an older woman if it meant getting her trust, but that was quickly tossed out the window. oh no, he was getting H E R.
he waited until their conversation was over ( which lasted A LOT longer than he wanted ) before he began to move. his plan of action? the casual bump n’ spill, remi likes to call it. with an expensive glass of champagne in hand and his gaze looking off into the distance, ‘not paying attention to where he was going’, remi bumped into one of the girl’s bodyguards and spilt the drink all over his suit. an obnoxiously loud gasp inhaled as he looked down in ‘shock’.
“ oh geez —— are you ok, sir? “ girls love humble men. “ i’m so sorry, i should have payed more attention to where i was going. “
