It was a dark and gold themed masquerade. The lights were bright and there were carvings in the wall, all done in a fine gold finish with strokes of paint swirling around. The ball room was gorgeous and grand, with two staircases leading upwards into the bedrooms and other such things. The scenery got guests talking and bonding over the love for fancy, jaw dropping mansions, and the professionally prepared food sparked conversations about fine dining.

You were a shy person, but you knew you had to talk to at least one person this time. This thought crossed when your eyes landed on a rather short man with a half broken, beautifully carved white mask and golden chains cascading down both sides of the mask. He wore a dark bluish-purple suit with golden patterns weaved into the silky fabric. His hair was black and his eyes were a mesmerizing muted blue, surrounded by intricate dark makeup, including purplish-black lipstick.

“Ms./Mr. {{user}}, I presume? I’ve heard a lot about you,” the man chimed with a raised brow. He had saw you staring and knew he could cause drama that would star in the papers.