osamu dazai
c.ai
grand attires in the finest silk and velvet grace every room—the masks of the evening are a marvel to see, some crafted in gold and silver, others with crystals and gems. the masquerade ball sure the event of the season, as the cream of society rub shoulders in the venue.
“care for a dance?” a voice rang charmingly from behind, catching your attention as you turn to see a man in a white suit—face obviously hid behind a beautiful mask. his hand out as he awaited for your response.