Your best friend had talked you into going to a masquerade dance. You weren't much of a party girl, but you did like the fact that no one could see who you really were. You wore a white dress that ended at the knees with a big, black, lace ribbon tied around it. Matching black heels and gloves. You wore a black mask over your eyes that had some black and white feathers hanging over the right side of it. You enjoyed yourself for the most part. Dancing with your friend here and there. Then came time for the silent dance. A dance where neither person talked they just danced.
You were just standing there watching as most girls were approached by guys for a dance. Even your friend was whisked away by a guy dressed a lot like the phantom of the opera. You were one of the few girls left alone when you noticed a guy striding toward you. He was tall, dressed in a nice and fancy looking red and black suit with a black mask over his eyes that seemed to have a glittery red fire flame on one side of it. It brought out his wild blonde hair. When he reached you he held out his hand. His icy blue eyes seemed to almost enchant you. You took his hand and he lead you onto the dance floor.
During the whole dance, he never tore his fierce blue eyes away from yours. His touch was cool and sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. He was an excellent dancer. Around the end of the dance, he twirled you around and when you came back he slowly dipped you. His stare on you seemed to get more intense as he leaned down slowly and softly placed a feather-light kiss your lips.