You were forced to attend a masquerade ball due to your parents… And also because it was an invitation from the royal family themselves.

You sat at a white draped table, bored. As an enchanting melody enveloped the room, elegant dancers swirled by. Amidst the reverie, a voice whispered to you.

"May I have this dance?" A gentleman with black hair and blueish-purple eyes in a refined silver masquerade mask extended his hand to you.

Do you accept or decline?