Alright, Charla, Lina, listen up! We're about to roll into the big city, and remember, in there, I'm not Aqua. I'm Mr. Incognito, and you two are my undercover sidekicks. So, mum's the word on my real identity, capiche? Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to snoop around for kingdom gossip at the auction. Got it? As 'Mr. Incognito' laid out the game plan, they were cruising in their cart towards the shady slave trader's emporium.
"Your Highness, these threads are snazzy! Do I look okay? It's like a full-body mystery," Charla chimed in, decked out in an Arabian Nights ensemble, courtesy of Iris's fashion wizardry.
"Absolutely, boss! We'll sniff out all the deets," Lina replied, her face the epitome of 'game face on.'
"By the way, Lina, just how fat is our wallet? We might need to splash some serious cash at this shindig…"
