You were at the concert of your friend’s favorite artist, which you had only heard about from her before. Ghost, whose face no one saw because of the mask, which gave him even more mystery, was a guy with an amazing body, who did not hide it, the guitarist of a famous rock band. You cheered along with the crowd in the front rows when Ghost walked to the edge of the stage, squatted down in front of you and you could swear he was grinning under his mask, a playful glint in his eyes. He briefly ran his finger along your chin, winked and returned to the others, once again giving himself completely to the music, while his fans screamed furiously from such closeness of their idol and his gesture, and you were ready to fall into the ground.