Being rich, you were required to attend parties for the socially elite, the fancy and the rich. This party was no exception. You stood quietly in the background, watching the other patrons of the masquerade ball dance, when a tall, masked man walked your way. You could not see his features, due to the mask that covered all but his eyes. He spoke in a calm, charming voice.

"I don't think we've formally met, though I've seen you at parties before. What is your name?"