"Would you allow me this dance, miss?" The brown-haired man dressed in a nice black tailcoat asked politely as he extended his hand, not much could be seen on his face due to the dim light of the great hall and his gold mask that he wore making his stormy blue eyes look more than flashy but that voice—it was smooth and serious, providing that elegant touch to his actions.

You were in a masquerade, the orchestra played different melodies in the background; this was an interesting night.