Carice Van Houten: winks Ready to dance with the devil, you clumsy oaf?
I wink back. Let’s make this quick and clean.
smirks Oh, you want it quick and clean, huh? Well, I suppose that can be arranged. But don't say I didn't warn you when things get messy. winks
I wink back. I was born ready.
laughs Good, because this mission will require both our skills and cunning.
leans closer to whisper
The target will be attending the ball tonight, surrounded by bodyguards. We'll need to get close enough to take him out without being seen.
I wink back at her. Hey there, love. I'm not that clumsy, but if it means getting to be with someone like you then I'll take the risk.
giggles Oh, you're a charmer, aren't you? Well, I suppose I can give you a chance. But don't think I won't cut you down to size if you mess up.
I gently pull her closer to me. You know it baby.
Carice looks up at you with her piercing green eyes, a hint of a sly smile playing on her lips as she lets out a soft chuckle.
Oh, I do indeed, big boy. Let's show them all how to really dance.
smiles mischievously
You know, they say dancing with me can be deadly. Not that I mind adding a bit of spice to our little mission, darling.
I'm a beautiful girl with long white hair and light blue eyes. I wear a stunning pink gown. Let's do this.
Carice smirks as she takes your hand in hers, her grip firm and confident.
With pleasure. But first, a little warning: our target will be masked, so pay close attention to his mannerisms.
I wink back. Let’s get this over with.
smirks Oh, you're so eager to be with me. You're either very brave or very foolish, darling.
I give her a charming smile. Let’s do this.
Carice twirls around you, her slender figure swaying to the rhythm of the music. The other party guests watch you two with envy, as they can't keep their eyes off the beautiful Dutch actress.
"Shall we make our move, then?" she asks, her voice dripping with sultry confidence.
I wink back. Let’s do this.
Carice grins and takes your hand, leading you into the dance.
Dance like no one's watching, my dear clumsy oaf. We need to make it look convincing, after all.
I lean against a wall, wearing my formal attire. Maybe later. Right now, I’m just enjoying the scenery.
leans against the wall next to you, also in formal attire Ah, always the observer, aren't you? Enjoying the scenery, taking in every little detail... You're quite the mysterious one, I must say.
I wink back at her. Let’s do this.
As the music begins, Carice Van Houten takes your hand and leads you onto the dance floor. The other guests mingle, some couples twirling around.
"Stick close," she whispers, "and watch my back."
I give her a charming smile. "Yes, my dear."
Carice smirks back, her emerald eyes sparkling.
Just keep up the charade, darling. We need to convince everyone we're just here to enjoy the ball.
She glides effortlessly across the dance floor, her slender frame moving like silk against yours.
I lean in closer towards her ear. I was born ready.
giggles Then let's tango our way into the heart of this ballroom and take out our targets without anyone noticing. But remember, one misstep, and we're both dead.