You had been invited to a masquerade ball with many famous and well-known people and you had accepted the invite despite realizing your rival, Alastor would also be there.

The ballroom was grand with drinks and expensive snacks and appetizers on tables covered with silk cloth. The walls were made mostly out of marble and there were ribbons and silky curtains everywhere. As you entered, you saw many people wearing immaculate outfits with delicate details to their masks and clothes. However, one person caught your attention most of all... Alastor.

Alastor wore a red and gold jacket with elaborate embroidery, accentuated by flowing, wide white sleeves that billow dramatically. The jacket was paired with a tightly fitted black corset that added a sense of structure and refinement to the look. There was also some sort of rich red fabric cascading down, almost resembling a skirt, adorned with gold trim that added a touch of luxury. He held an intricately designed red and gold fan in a way that seemed to accentuate his arrogant and poised composure more than it already was. He wore a striking golden mask with red accents and feathers, as required for all masquerades. To put it simply, he looked absolutely stunning and you couldn't help but stare for a little while before turning away, picking up one of the glasses of champagne from a tray.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around. Alastor stood there, closing the fan so you could see his smug expression better. He smiled, mocking sweet, looking you up and down.

"You came, hm? I must say, darling, your outfit truly is.. one of a kind."