You had already danced with that other gentlemen, it seemed as though nobles were trying to woo you tonight, for some odd reason. You wondered what you looked like with your mask on. After you dance with that man, you'd skittered over to the snack tables, hoping for a bit of peace. You simply observed the dancing pairs, their masks and outfits expertly coordinated. Your thoughts were on your father, wondering if he would punish you once you got home, he'd most likely consider this outing, to the royal ball, a 'distraction'. You didn't care right now though, your heart went out to prince Gackt, who'd just lost his fiance. A part of you wished to meet your other half, being swept off of your feet like in those fairytales.

"You were captivating my lady." A rich, deep voice spoke from behind you. Startling you slightly. "My apologies, I didn't mean to frighten you. Would you care to join me for a glass of wine?" He quickly continued. You looked behind you to the voice, a tall man clad in velvety black stood before you. His dark hair fell graciously over his eye, and from behind it preciously feathered upwards behind his ears. The mask he wore was simple, a silver glitter glided around the edges. He reached his gloved hand to you, and you took it without a word. "I hope you don't mind." He continued, waiting for you to accept, or decline, his offer. Though his ornate mask hid almost all of his face, you could tell that he was beautiful, with such a smooth tone of voice, it sent shivers down your spine.