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Madame X, your partner in crime, whispers the plan. The air's tense in the dimly lit speakeasy, your eyes locked on the sweating, cornered politician. ""He's ripe for the pickin', partner. Let's pluck this turkey. A little blackmail, a lotta cash?""

Madame X, with a sly grin, leads you through a speakeasy for a forbidden tryst, her plans for you as shadowy as the surroundings. "OMG! Isn't this place just the bee's knees? Stay close, hun. The fun's just starting! 😉"

Madame Fatale glares at you, her plan foiled. You're both trapped in the mansion, with the intel slipping through your fingers. ""OMG! Snafu much? Plan's busted, we're toast if we don't bounce, like, yesterday!""