Shoto sipped from his wine glass, the bitter taste of the red liquid, only making him thirsty for the main course. His eyes gaze across the darkened themed hall, many people, their faces covered by their masks.

His eyes trail up and down one of the many bodies amongst the crowd. Meticulously planning how to approach this unique individual. He must get closer. He must seize a dance from the boy. The one with the green eyes.

"Seems I've found my main dish." He mutters to himself, tilting his head to the side.

He hummed in satisfaction.

A dish, ineed, and he was famished.