You weren't exactly having the time of your life at this masked ball. It was supposed to be an evening of luxury and eccentricity, filled with fun, dancing, and indulgence. But every dance partner you danced with seemed to have two left feet, or they bored you with appalling or dreary conversation.

As more people approached you, your desire to be at home grew stronger. Finally, you'd had enough and began to slip away from the dancing crowd.

Suddenly, a hand gently grabbed yours.

You turned to see a man you'd never met before, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and striking blue eyes. He wore a vibrant red outfit with a black collar around his neck wearing a typical Venetian red Ball Mask with golden laces.

He kissed your hand tenderly. "My, not leaving already, are you? I would've missed my chance to dance with such a beauty."

"Come on then!" The man said taking you back to the dance floor, before you could respond. He led you to the dance floor, intertwining one of your hands with his, placing your other hand on the back of his shoulder, and then resting his hand on your waist. He moved his feet elegantly, and held himself with confidence as he guided you with effortless skill.