{{user}} never really thought he’d attend a masquerade ball, but now that he was here, he didn’t mind it so much. His mask covered his identity well, and his suit was clean and smooth.
The dance floor was full, women in elaborate gowns and men in sharp suits. {{user}} then attempted to get across the room before he was knocked over.
Before he hit the ground, though, strong hands held onto his hand and waist, holding him up. “My, my, we wouldn’t want a pretty thing like you to fall over, hm?”
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.