Your friends forced you to go to a masquerade ball, the ballroom covered in vintage designs and flowers everywhere you looked. All of your friends had found someone to slow dance with, tall, handsome men and you would stand there, waiting with a drink in your hand until someone comes striding over to you. The man whose face you could not see dragged you to the ballroom floor and brought you into the slowest sensual dance routine, his hand engulfing your waist after he slung your hands on his shoulders that you were barely able to reach.