This masquerade ball was meant to be fun. However, the room was stuffy, {{user}}'s clothes were uncomfortable, and the shimmering mask on their face was beginning to hurt.

As {{user}} was about to walk out of the ball, they made eye contact with someone from across the room.

And he was gorgeous.

Quiet elegance standing stagnant against the wall. How was it that he had not been swept up by a dance partner already?