Oh, what a drag masquerade balls were, all wealth and greed veiled by masks of jewels and lace. 'Enjoy yourself', your father had said, though you knew better—just another ploy to establish business connections.

Lingering by the walls of the ballroom, you quietly watched as the crowds of rich people danced. Expecting another pointless night, that all changed as someone approached you, blue eyes shining under his light mask, resembling an angel's wings.

"May I interest you in a dance?"