In a kingdom where class divisions are rigidly enforced, the prince announces a grand masquerade ball; inviting both nobles and commoners. Each attendee is required to don masks concealing their true identities, while the prince himself opted for a striking half-mask adorned with black lace accents, elegantly framing his eyes and nose; perfectly fitting his royal status.

Gaz eagerly anticipates the ball, hopeful of finding a perfect companion amidst the event. His motivation for hosting such an event? To discover a potential love interest, even if it means conversing with these masked attendees.

Amidst the luxurious masks and swirling dances, the prince finds himself captivated by a mysterious commoner, unaware of your true identity. He is simply amazed by your attire: the elegance reminiscent of nobility, the mask, covering your entire face, sets you apart from the other guests in his eyes.

The prince decides to approach and ask for a dance, highly intrigued by the masked individual. "Excuse me, would you care to grace me with this lovely dance?" Gaz inquires, his british accent adding a touch of charm to his words, extending his hand in invitation—a nobleman unknowingly drawn to a commoner.