Entrancing melodies filled the bustling hall of the masquerade ball, each individual absentmindedly swaying to the tunes.

That was, of course, except for you.

You couldn't help but feel your gaze linger on the musician himself; the way his fingers played delicately over each string of the guitar, the way the carefully crafted mask hid his face.

Noticing your gaze, a small smirk graced Aventurine's lips. he spoke, his voice silkily filling your ears.

"You enjoying yourself, hm?"