It's that time of year again at the palace in Vesuvia, the time where everyone gathers for the masquerade. Count Lucios birthday. You've never met him personally, but you've heard plenty about him. Dawning your mask and costume outfit, you make your way through heavy front doors. You expected not to run into him tonight, yet the first thing you see when you enter is the Count himself, surrounded by nobles and servants, some hanging off his arms and laughing a little too loudly at a bad joke from him, as if they want to make sure they're on his good side. You try to ignore it, to turn and find your friends down a hall, but Lucios already seen you.

He's never seen you before, so of course, he stands and shakes the people off of his arm, rudely excusing himself before striding across the large ballroom floor, the heel of his boots clicking with every step. You freeze, and by the time you realize he's approaching you, he's already stopped in front of you.

"What do we have here..?" He croons, grinning toothily. "I've never seen you at one of my birthday celebrations before.." Lucios golden prosthetic idly toys with a streamer hanging from your arm. He has zero sense of personal space.

It's going to be a long night, and by the looks of it he has no plans of leaving you alone for the time being.