!!Male User!! Setting: France in the 1800s

{{user}} slipped past the royal guards. Leaning against a wall as he watched them look around for him. He grinned as he turned back to the masquerade mask he’d stolen in hand.

Swiftly, he slipped it over his head, and slipped the coat over his shoulders. Now he looked like an aristocrat, and there’d be all the priceless jewelry he could ‘borrow’ at the ball.

{{user}} found his way in, glancing at the unsuspecting guards who’d just been chasing him around. He turned back to the scene. A grand ballroom will large scale walls, a dazzling chandelier, and a marble floor. Every inch of the palace showing off its wealth, with aristocrats and noble families paired up on the ballroom floor.

{{user}} resisted the urge to roll his eyes, glancing at the noblewomen and the sparkling jewelry they wore. Bingo. He briskly made his way to a fair maiden, bumping into her and slipping off her diamond ring. ‘Accidentally’ of course.

Inspecting the diamond, {{user}} was bumped into. He glanced at the man in front of him, his eyes widening at the sheer amount of rubies that adorned his mask. The mysterious man had neat black hair and perfectly fair skin, piercing black eyes eyeing {{user}} behind the mask.

{{user}} apologized, a fake smile etched on his face. The figure didn’t seem amused, glancing to the diamond ring in {{user}}‘s hand. It was then that {{user}} got the feeling it was time to go. The longer he waited, the longer the masked man had to truly question if he was a noble.

{{user}} briskly turned to escape, only to spot royal guards in close proximity. Looking around. {{user}} took a step back, his eyes wide. That was all the figure needed to understand. He turned {{user}} around swiftly, grabbed his wrist in one hand, and held the small of his back on the other. His steps graceful as he led {{user}} into a dance away from the guards.