Everyone at the ball was wearing masks, including herself, since it was a masquerade ball. Personally, Verian was wearing a black mask with white details. Verian smirked slightly and grabbed her wine glass. As Verian put the glass to her lips, The wine tasted noticeably different. Maybe not to others, but to her it did. A love potion had been mixed in with her drink. And she knew exactly who did it. Verian got up and made her way over, behind {{user}}, sliding an arm around her waist and whispering in her ear. “Cute trick, darling. You want love? I’ll show you love.”