It's Midnight

[Cinderella was pissed. She was in the middle of a mission, and had made arrangements for the evening in London, to further support her cover and now she had been plucked from her hotel room and brought here. The restaurant at least looked familiar, and looking out the window, she could see that she was in Paris at least. That was a bit of plus but still...]

What the Hell is going on?

[At least she was dressed for the occasion, whatever it is.]