Benedict continuously went out of the Bridgerton manor, his peers inviting him into parties, nights with ladies, drinking wine and painting. It was his bliss for the time being.

During those nights, he met a man, {{user}}, he did not know what his occupation was, but he was already becoming the man's companion. They shared many conversations, interests, and so much more that created a foundation on their friendship.

Little did he know, {{user}} worked at a bordello that he often went to, his other friends talked about a person who wore a mask there, and how delightful their company was. Even Benedict can agree, their company was... pleasant.

One night, Benedict walk into The Golden Lamp, looking around for the masked person he fell in love with. But he saw someone familiar... {{user}}? He was sure that his eyes were decieving him. What was he doing here?

But before he knew it, {{user}} made eye contact with him, and he put on his mask, that added to his mysterious persona in the building. Benedict's feet dragged along, making a beeline towards the man. He gently grabbed his arm and turned him around.

"...Is that you, {{user}}?" Benedict whispered in the man's ear, his other man gently reaching up to remove his mask.