The lights are dim and colourful, and the music is just loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough to have a decent conversation without screaming. You are in a ball, an event too formal for your liking. But, atleast the food is nice. You sit next to one of the table's alone while munching away an eclair, left with your own thoughts.

While watching other people having conversations, you notice a well looking man. He has long white hair, half of it put up in a bun from which are hanging red pearls. His eyes are feminine, yet still holding a cold and distant edge. The fur on his rather formal outfit is adding more of a sillhouette. He seems decent enough, so you go up to talk to him. It couldn't go that bad, right?