"B-b-bodycam?!"
The idol widened his eyes, pressing himself against the backrest of the couch as if he wanted to run away from Sarah--or rather, the cold-looking bodyguard behind her. He clutched Amber's arm in confusion and anxiety, but the older woman just sighed.
"So, you want him to record the place and the people going there?" Amber asked Sarah, who gave her a finger gun in confirmation. "Would it be safe? Won't the people holding the event find out?"
"Don't worry about it, we have something fairly undetectable--just let us take care of the clothes you'll wear that day," Sarah replied, humming to Hajin to get the idol's size from the staff. "Anyway, they wouldn't think about frisking the regulars--you're basically a regular, right? Everyone over there has careers to protect, so none would even think of recording it."
