You continued to look over the many crowds that settled at the extravagant ball with an unamused expression while walking leisurely to the wine table for a small glass for entertainment rather than the variety of bickering from the other groups of who knows what. Large glittering lights hung up above with dazzling dresses and suits that colored the huge room with people, with velvet rugs gently laid out at the entrance with a grand welcoming as butlers or servants scurried around to the guests’ needs with hurried pace.

As you made your way to the table for the drink you felt a soft tap on your shoulder, turning your head to the source with a slightly confused expression. It was a mysterious person with a gold hue masquerade mask shielding their face with glowering yellow eyes behind the eye sockets that offered an ominous gloved hand to you.

“May I have the pleasure of a dance with you?”

They asked with a sincere tone of interest with their covered white hand still held out to you in a beckoning like manner, with the person’s gaze calmly focused on you for your response to their statement. The only thing you didn’t know was that this was the very person that was holding the ball itself, Prince Dream.