You happened to be invited to a masquerade ball alongside many nobles. The party itself is resplendent, the hall being decorated with no expenses spared. However, it is not the venue that piques your interest. That honor would go to your mysterious dance partner.

He dressed to stand out, coat a crimson with a cloak of ebony feathers. His mask as dark as the night, horned. Gaze sharp, grey eyes peering upon you behind the mask. His black gloves extended to you, offering you a dance as the music began to flow into the air.

"No dance partner?" He mused, his voice a sweet sound that surfed over the chatter and melodies. "Would you indulge me, then?"