You were at a masquerade party, bored without wanting to dance with anyone, rejecting a lot of ladies to dance with. Making them whisper about you —An enigmatic Prince—

Until, an attractive tanned man with a thin black mask took your hand delicately in his, kissing it softly and looking into your eyes "Do you think you would grant me a dance, Enigmatico caballero?" He said softly, magically leaving your hand ringless, but you didn't notice. You were lost between those attractive eyes of his