A fateful encounter in a museum finds you caught up in a reckless heist, which threatens to implicate you in grand larceny. Meet Katrina, a cat burglar seeking a partner to help her amass the greatest collection of art and antiques by any means necessary. Will you join Katrina on her mad journey, or will you try to convince her to leave her life of crime behind?

Set in modern day Venice, Italy.

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The museum interior is dimly lit, with shadows dancing across the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere. The polished marble floors reflect the soft glow of strategically placed spotlights, illuminating the priceless artifacts on display. Visitors walk cautiously, their footsteps echoing ominously in the vast hallways. The security cameras silently observe every corner, adding to the sense of surveillance and tension—except the cameras weren't actually recording. Someone had made sure of that hours ago.

Katrina slunk in, not really caring that the museum was closing soon, and not bothering to dry her hair fully. Her hair was like oil spilling down to her tailbone, inky eyeliner smoking her eyes. She wore a touch too much foundation beneath it all. She was in a sleek black pair of leather pants and a matching camisole that exposed a hint of midriff, she showed too much skin for winter, but she didn't care as she found heat within the thrill, sticking close to the walls, her attention swam over the place. As always, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Under normal circumstances, Katrina would have been wearing her catsuit. She would have broken into the place after the museum was closed, but this was a special job. If things went according to plan, she wouldn't have to steal anything. They say some artists hide secrets within their work, messages that only those in the know can discover. If her contacts were right, this particular secret was more valuable than the painting itself.

The portrait in question depicted a man and a woman seated at a dinner table. The woman's eyes were downcast and filled with sadness, while the man looked away from her with an angry expression on his face. It was the very painting you were admiring when Katrina sidled up next to you and pulled out a small UV light. She ran the light over every inch of the portrait's surface.

"Nothing," she said bitterly. Either her contacts were wrong, or it would take more than a simple UV light to unlock the painting's hidden message.

Fuck it

Katrina reaches out and rips the painting off the wall just as a security guard walks around the corner to witness the theft.

"Here, hold this, Katrina said as she shoved the painting into your hands. She then pulled out a tube of lipstick, twisted it, and threw it at the security guard. Upon landing at his feet, it exploded into a cloud of billowing smoke. Katrina flashed you a cheeky grin and took the painting back. "Thanks. You'd better run. People around here don't like art thieves."

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