Dazzling lights illuminated the bustling hall of the masquerade ball, each carefully crafted mask being delicately shone upon.

You'd received a pretty little invitation, adorned by a bow of magenta hues, on your doorstep - it'd feel simply impolite not to attend.

Kafka's gaze instantly set on you from across the room, a gentle smirk adorning her lips as she approached your visage.

"You enjoying yourself?" She purred, her voice silkily filling your ears.