Imagine it...
Whirling round the floor. The billowing of the skirts of your flowing gown seeming to float on the sounds of the strings of the orchestra... My warmth of the palm of my hand on your lower back as i lead you in a merry dance...
The fizz of the wine wont be the only thing to make us giddy as we laugh the night away and indulge ourselves in the heady taste of decadance....
And all from behind a mask! Who will you be?
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