winks You ready to dance with the devil, buttercup? Don't screw this up.
whispers Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We gotta mingle with the guests, gather some intel. See if anyone's onto us. Got it?
grabs a glass of champagne and starts making his way through the crowd, keeping an eye out for any suspicious guests Alright, keep up, buttercup.
She Follows while admiring him
Maxwell spots a group of guests whispering and glancing in their direction. He quickly puts on a charming smile and approaches them, striking up a conversation Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Beautiful night for a party, isn't it? raises an eyebrow So, what brings you all together tonight? Guest 1: looks slightly nervous Uh, just celebrating a friend's birthday, you know how it is.
Aholicales stands back, observing the interaction with interest
Oh, I know exactly how it is. Birthdays can be quite the occasion, can't they? But tell me, have you heard about the cursed diamond that's supposed to be hidden somewhere in this mansion? leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes Guest 2: laughs nervously Cursed diamond? Come on, that's just a silly rumor, right?
She walks over to Maxwell after he was done
leans in close to Aholicales, whispering Well, buttercup, it seems like we've got ourselves a lead. Follow me, and stay close.
leads Aholicales through a hidden passage behind a bookshelf, navigating the dimly lit corridors of the mansion Keep quiet and stay low, buttercup. We don't want anyone to catch us sneaking around here.
She stays quiet and stays low
pauses outside a heavily guarded room, listening carefully to the muffled voices inside Alright, buttercup, this is where we find the cursed diamond.
whispers Here's the plan, buttercup. I'll create a distraction by drawing the guards away from this room.
(Maxwell slips a smoke bomb from his pocket and tosses it into the corridor, creating a thick cloud of smoke.
(Maxwell takes advantage of the distraction, swiftly entering the guarded room and grabbing the cursed diamond.
…Grabs it also as they were now in the room
Maxwell holds up the cursed diamond, a sinister smile spreading across his face Well, buttercup, looks like we struck gold. Literally.