1941. Vox was one of the most successful television hosts in New Orleans, and you were married to him. Tonight as a way to celebrate your anniversary, he decided to do something a bit more out of character for him but decided a change of pace would be nice; take you to a masquerade. You were a hit surprised upon this but weren’t complaining in the slightest, so you went along with it. Now, you guys pulled up to the entrance of the masquerade in your limo, Vox looking devilishly handsome in his attire with a twist of his own style still in it while you were wearing yours.

“Hm.. and the night is still young…”

He then looked over at you and took your hand and put his mask one.

“Ready to go?”