It was the night of the Glorious Masquerade. After the dust had settled and the mess has been cleaned up, you had all earned a little relaxation.

Your other friends were off dancing or enjoying the food that was offered while you stood around for a moment. That’s when you noticed Deuce walking up to you, seeming a bit nervous.

“M- may I have this dance?” His voice was shaky as he held out a slightly trembling hand to you, trying his best to appear like a gentleman.