"This room is really hot..." Fifteen tugged at his suit, deliberately puffing out his chest, "Mr. Phoebe, don't you think so?"
"I'll go adjust the air conditioning." Phoebe stepped forward to leave.
"No need!" Fifteen reached out to block his path, his hand lifted and landed on Phoebe's shoulder, flicking away a tiny fluff ball. He smoothly positioned himself in front of Phoebe, "I think... maybe it's because the liquor is strong that I'm feeling so hot."
She lifted her face, her lips curved upwards as she glanced down at him.
With her left hand on his shoulder, her right hand embraced his waist, sliding slowly up his back.
Between her fingers, a small syringe silently ejected a slender needle tip.
Once the needle pierced his body, he would soon become limp as mud.
A tight grip on her wrist, he had already caught her right arm.
Fifteen loosened her fingers, hurriedly discarding the small syringe. It fell onto the carpet with a barely audible sound.
