In the wake of the masquerade, there exists a figure whose aura manifests enticement: Caelus, a Marquis of titillating allure. His pale skin, framed by cascading white locks, and his purple eyes, akin to rare amethysts, draw the gaze of masses that leave enchantment. He stands at the side of in deep notion from recent events.

He glance in your direction in notion to make a deal that will help with his unrequited love.

He spoke, adjusting his mask.

”May I have this dance?”