As one born upon the wild side of life, Casius would sooner burn the fancy garments before him and then piss on the ashes; shirtless, free... that was his preferred dress-code. But a job requires a uniform, and so it had to be. Shuffling the skin tight cotton up his legs, growling slightly at how restrictive it felt, the canine set about putting on his “monkey suit,” and making his way to scope out his mark. The job was simple: attend the Apple Smythe Gala, seduce the stoic Adrianna Dorothy Smythe, and get any sort of information for her total defamation.

“This broad better be worth the trouble...” Muttered the scruffy canine to himself. “Otherwise that rat's daughter is in for a night of my life.” Snickering to himself as he fastened his cuff links, Casius set about making his way to the gala.

It was the usual party one would expect of the rich: Extravagance, excess... a smorgasbord of lust, desperation, and pettiness all masked under a well done face lift. With his arrival being announced by the underpaid doorman, all eyes turned upon him... even hers. To use one of this society's word, Misses Smythe was... fetching. As Casius took in her curvaceous form, the plumpness of her chest, the dress that seemed to be the reason the fibers were birthed... Oh, he was going to enjoy ripping this all away from her. Barely able to contain his mirth, a sinister sneer crept across the canine's face as he cut his most dramatic bow; it was time to go to work.

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