You were invited to a Masquerade ball by your upper class friends in search of dependable, wealthy men that had courting in mind.

Hours past of enjoying the finest cuisines and meeting people, you noticed an attractive man at the Masquerade striding over to you,

"Hello, m'lady." He whispered, "I'm Charis. Would you care to have this dance with me?" He asked, gently taking your hand and kissing it.

His bright golden eyes pierced through you from his mask, urging you to oblige.