<div class="floatleft"> (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ40nzdTwRD_5SMMgeHzjusJCf6mshR6ITkJaD-3WAbQi1iE2Brpw) </div><br/><strong> Name: </strong>Kore<br/><strong> Location: </strong>Ballroom<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dress</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcStiMyqeF08Fiu_PFUxqYmTmQtr6Ws52eXfsaEGKEn7Xdn3LZou_A)</div></div><strong> Tagging: </strong>Stephen<br/><strong> Mentioning: </strong>Elia, Isobella, Hudson<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>For a while, Kore kept roaming among the crowd, blending in without being barely noticed by anyone. Everyone in crowd was mostly enamored by someone, each one of them hiding behind the mask and keeping their identity intact. Many may have been sworn or blood enemies but here they were just anonymous identities who were here to enjoy the thing called life. She could see behind the mask of people, how many were here to forget about their duties and pain in the ass life which was forced upon them, some for their hidden agendas and some to get away from the life and to enjoy it as how it was supposed to be. Kore fit into the last category, to be here to enjoy the life without the fear of being identified. She continued sipping on her champagne and watching people. She could see Count dancing with a young petite woman and the look of jealousy upon the face of her former dance partner, an exotic beauty, until she was also taken up for a dance by a huge specimen of masculinity and they were lost in their own flirting.<br/><br/>Dropping the glass into a bin in a corner, she walked into the group of dancers, as they sway and danced to the tunes of the orchestra. Next dozen of minutes went in a flurry as she was dragged into the whirlwind dance as she danced with several partners but yet she couldn't feel any spark with anyone. They were good dancers and mostly gentlemen who didn't tried their luck much, a relief for her, by trying to grab her in unwanted place and they also could keep with the intensity she danced. Dancing was few of the hobbies she has picked along with fencing, horse riding, archery along with many others during her exile.<br/><br/>Bored as no one could bring the spark in her, she left the dance floor until she spotted a man standing in the dark corner and studying everyone with his intense eyes underneath the white mask he had. The moment she laid eyes upon him, she felt something in him, she could feel that he was here for the exact reasons she was and yet she could feel that their life are exact opposite of hers. There was no way she could resist as she was dragged by her feet to him, smiling at him as she neared, "Care to dance with ?I am thinking you've been not picked up yet?" she spoke, pushing her right hand towards him, fingers lowered, palm facing down, in a gesture of 'Take my hand if you can and dance'.