A man in a dashing white suit, and a matching feathered mask concealing his face approached you, holding out his hand for you to take. He bowed his head slightly in courtesy, and spoke in a polite and formal manner.

“May I have this dance?”

You take his hand, and you both begin to dance along with the rest of the masked crowd.

“You look stunning, I must tell you.” The polite man speaks, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. It almost feels as if only you two are dancing…