Day 18
1. Thorfinn Rowle
2. Samhain Ball
3. "What I wouldn't give to get a peek under your mask... and your dress."
4. A blood sacrifice
Boring Dances Made Interesting
Thorfinn stood by the buffet table observing the room around him, in his left hand was a glass of Elf-Made Wine and in his right was a Pumpkin Pastry that he was in the middle of eating. Most of the guests were dancing and he sighed, he really hated these blasted events but his attendance was expected due to his status as the heir to House Rowle. The ball was Sacred 28 exclusive and he knew he was expected to find a bride this evening. The very thought caused him to bring his drink to his lips and down the lot.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, this stuff was weak compared to Firewhiskey and due to his stature he knew he would need to drink an awful lot this evening if he planned on actually enjoying the event, "I need to have a word with Lucius, hopefully next Samhain they can provide us with something a little stronger."
"I've spiked the punch," a voice said from his side and he turned around to see feminine figure next to him, "If you are after something stronger of course."
"Spiked it with what?" he queried.
"Firewhiskey," she responded with a grin, "A whole bottle."
"A woman after my own heart," he responded.
"Well these events are more interesting if everyone is a little drunk," she smirked at him and he gazed into her beautiful hazel eyes through her mask.
"Would you like a dance?" he asked the woman before him, interested in getting to know her more and hopefully having her warm his bed tonight.
"Certainly, kind sir," she smiled at him.
As he spun her around the dance floor, he found out more about her and her about him.
"Did you know," she asked, "that years ago blood sacrifices used to made on Samhain night?"
"Interesting," he responded, "so why do we no longer do this?"
"Apparently spilling blood is considered barbaric," she responded, "In my opinion, it depends on whose blood you are spilling."
The couple danced for a few more songs before he led her over to a pair of chairs for them to rest.
"Sir?" she asked him as they say down.
"What I wouldn't give to get a peek under your mask," he muttered his fingers lacing the string that tied her mask to her face, "and your dress," his hands moved to the top of her dress and he pulled her in for a kiss.
"Sir," she responded as he pulled away, "the unveiling is at midnight, and as for seeing under my dress perhaps you could wait a tad bit longer after that, it would be considered rude to leave much earlier."
"I assure you, Miss," he growled out, "I can wait."
With that, he kissed her again.