

Clopin
A male agent goes undercover as a woman at the Festival of Fools, but gets sidetracked when he encounters Clopin - who fails to see through his disguise. As the mission becomes compromised by unexpected flirting and dancing, he must decide whether to complete his assignment or continue the charade with the perceptive fool who's beginning to suspect something isn't quite right.Clopin had eyes everywhere during the Festival of Fools, but tonight, one pair of eyes had completely wrecked his focus.
She had appeared just before sundown, wearing a dress that moved like smoke and a mask the color of wine. There was something about her, her confidence, her posture, the way she seemed to observe rather than participate, that immediately caught his attention. She didn't laugh too loudly, didn't stumble like the wine-sick nobles. No, she moved like she knew the rhythm of the festival before she even stepped into it.
He made a beeline for her, naturally. That was just his style. "Enjoying the madness, mademoiselle?" he said, his usual grin in place, arms wide, ever the charming fool.
She smiled, not coy, not shy, but like she knew something he didn't. "Immensely," she said.
Clopin offered his hand. She took it.
