<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f2/80/4e/f2804e8fbb9839cb88e859f9d8e2741a--christian-grey-christian-bale.jpg)</div>Name:  Sebastian<br/>Location: Ballroom -> Banquet Hall<br/>Tagging: Isobelle ---> empty table<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Costume (on the right):</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c9/86/a6/c986a671b4bc7d37dcf0501f1e55fc28.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>He could tell from the way his partner moved, swaying against him, that she was skilled in the ways of feeling the rhythm and letting it run through her body. He could feel his own body responding pleasantly to her ministrations, a subtle itch that needed scratching. He chuckled, the sound muffled through his mask, as his partner pulled him from the dance floor to one of the corners of the floor. When she moved his mask to press her lips against his, she would find his lips parted in a teasing smile in a slightly tanned face with a faint stubble along his chin, just enough to tickle. He pushed his lips firmly back against hers, his hands running slowly up and down her body, sliding down to cup the delicious rounding of her hips, squeezing her ass as he swirled the wine in his mouth before swallowing, his hands running slowly back up her back to run through her hair as he ended the kiss.<br/><br/>"Parting is such sweet sorrow," He teased, his voice slightly breathless and rushed. "I hope you and your friend have a lovely evening and should the fates align, perhaps you and I shall find ourselves in good company again, mhmm?"<br/><br/>He watched the sway of her delicious hips and imagined just what he would love to do between them, the thoughts causing another bout of discomfort and pain in his groin area. "Mhmm, so many delicious gazelles. Whom should I play with next?" He raised a finger to where his lips lay beneath his mask, his eyes turning slowly as he watched the milling crowd, slowly joining and following them into the banquet hall. "So many to choose from."<br/><br/>He grabbed one of the empty plates and meandered around the various tables, scooping this and that on to his plate until he had a generous helping of nearly everything and retired to one of the nearby tables with his full plate. He soon found the goblet before him full to brim with wine and he tilted his mask forward to shove a mouthful of stew and quickly followed with a large swallow of the wine. He let the mask fall back and chewed, swirling the stew and wine together to create an intoxicating blend of taste and texture that he swallowed with a pleased groan. He dabbed at one corner of his mask where a small smear of the stew had strayed.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The words whispered like delirious visions of providence and good fortune in his mind.<em>She loves you, she doesn't know it yet. She just needs a sign, something that will cause her to remember you for all time and all ways.</em>The voices swirled slowly, intoxicating and delirious. He could smell the scent of the countess as she moaned beneath him, could feel her powerful thighs squeezing him as he released his seed deep within her. He knew whom she was and that she was the wife of a powerful man. It made it all the more delicious when she came crawling back to him, begging to be filled, to be fucked until she couldn't walk without a limp, until she moaned his name. His name! The sound echoed in his thoughts, over and over again, until all else sound faded to muted silence. He let his thumb rub gently over the surface of the hidden dagger of his sleeve. He had worked hard to earn entrance to this masquerade.<br/><br/><em>Fools</em>...the voices cackled....<em>she surrounds herself with false idols, false prophets. We must show her the true way.</em><br/><br/><em>Remove her inhibitions....</em><br/><br/>He smiled, the sight hidden behind the mask of the devil he wore, curved horns swirling down to each side of the red mask. The rest of his features were hidden beneath the voluminous robes of his costume as he slithered through the crowds as they switched rooms. He bumped a woman and lifted a finger to her lip, the light catching the glint of silver and she nodded, scurrying and disappearing in the crowd until he lost sight of her. He ignored it, focused so on his target was he. Closer, ever closer, he slithered. The target would be alone soon. He cackled in his mind, the voices joining in until there was a cacophony of sound. He had asked for a special potion for this night, a poison that would leave no trace, no source of its origin as it destroyed the very nerves of the throat and suffocated its victim. The doctor had promised a very painful, public death with no trace of its origins. He had paid the hefty ransom for the poison and had thoroughly coated the blade of the dagger in his sleeve, careful to keep it from pricking his own skin.<br/><br/>He waited until his target was facing away, conversing with another couple. He slithered closer, slipping the blade down to grip it firmly in between firm fingers before driving the blade gently up and into the man's side, twisting and dragging it to make sure he got a good dosing of the poison. "Tell the Countess I'll be waiting for her."<br/><br/>He cackled, loud enough for the Count to hear as the blade was withdrawn, covered in blood before it disappeared within his folds. He slithered through the crowd and disappeared within the castle, tossing the mask into the trash and removing his costume to reveal another beneath the robes and a more heinous mask. This one though, he mused, would be something none would expect. He ran the blade along the table before tossing it out an open window and then shutting one of the doors behind him as he descended and then climbed another pair of steps to look down upon his work.<br/><br/><em>You did well, my child...</em>The voices crowed, loving and serene.....<em>She cannot spurn you now!</em>