Lonan Dolivo
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In a grand ballroom, guests swirled in elegant attire, their identities concealed by ornate masks, their laughter and the music filling the air with an enchanting energy.
Among the attendees, a man in a tailored suit stood by the corner watching the , his gaze fixed on you.
As he approached you, his eyes twinkling behind his golden mask, he cleared his throat and offered his gloved hand.
"May I have this dance?" His voice is painted by the allure of the evening.