<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/e0/ca/a9e0cad0f1fe82aadad6f95ed69dc14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isobelle<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Ballroom<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gown</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/UT8dpECXPdaXXagOFbXx.jpg_640x10000.jpg)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elia, Hudson<br/><strong>Mentioning</strong>: Stephen, William, Markus, Sebastian, Chester (respectively)<div class="floatright">(https://sites.create-cdn.net/siteimages/5/0/3/50308/93/2/8/9328459/747x1000.jpg?1416057531)</div><hr/><br/>The unapologetic way the woman looked down her frame did not go unnoticed by Isobelle, a free spirit who welcomed attention from any and all. She brought her flute up to her full painted lips to take another sip of her champagne, her delicate throat muscles working it down to warm her belly and flush her skin with a rose hue that was not entirely the alcohol's doing. The other woman was a classical beauty, a tall creature who seemed sweet but also slightly out of place. No matter, Isobelle was used to such events and took an immediate hungry liking to the girl...in more ways than one.<br/><br/>When a passing servant came by with a tray of treats, the fairy grabbed one with glee and gobbled it down, her enthusiasm making Isobelle purr with appreciation as she continued the casual interaction. A tiny drop of the dark caramel sauce from the tiny morsel fell at the corner of the girl's lips and without thinking, Isobelle leaned in and lightly kissed her directly over the sweet taste, her mouth lingering for a few seconds before leaning back and licking away any residue that might have been passed onto her. "Mmmmm," she said. "<em>Delicious</em>." A description that was not towards the taste of the caramelized sauce by any means.<br/><br/>And with that preliminary, she wove her arm within the other woman's, linking them together by their inner elbows and began to walk the perimeter of the dance floor as the first song continued and the Count and Countess whirled around the floor with the confident familiarity that only a married couple could achieve after many years. Isobelle giggled as she and the girl walked, smiling and gossiping behind their masks with their foreheads near each other after they came up with nicknames for each other, furthering the mystery and the entire reason behind the masks. "I think I shall call you, my little Angel." Isobelle commented. "Call me, Bella, if nothing else comes to your mind."<br/><br/>As they continued their rounds, Isobelle boldly pointed out the handsome attendees as she came upon him. "Angel," she jerked the other woman's arm as she pointed out a man dressed as a lord with a mask of a raven, beak and all. "How handsome is he? He has beautiful eyes and he stands so majestic! Oh! And look over there." She nodded towards an older gentleman who was adorned in all white. His eyes were eating Elia up and so as a tease Isobelle nuzzled Elia's shoulder with her own lips, kissing the pale skin there as her green eyes beheld the Professor-looking man as if to taunt him with a silent "<em>look what I've got that you want, buddy</em>. "God, he has been staring at you since the moment his eyes laid on you, would you be interested?" Then, immediately, like a child in a candy store, Isobelle's eyes were distracted by the African God who walked by with the mask of the Egyptian Jackal Deity. "Fuck, have you ever see a more tall, chocolate, and handsome man in your life?? Mmmmph," she moaned through her teeth pulling at her bottom lip. "I'd like to lick the dark color right off his skin..."<br/><br/>Just then as they passed a brightly colored man in a blue jacket with a mask that covered his face, Bella could have sworn she heard him mumble something. He was incredibly tall and dressed to clearly impress, his costume actually one of the most dynamic in the room, the white covering on his face exposing none of his features that she had a feeling were striking underneath. His eyes were captivating though, but in continuing their walk on the evening menu, all she did was blow a rubied kiss in his direction before moving on.<br/><br/>A man with the mask of a dragon then decided to walk in fashionably late and wearing a vest that was exquisite in its details. He looked harsh, cold, with just a pinch of danger, and jerking her chin in his direction, Bella whispered in Angel's ear: "The Dragon over there...doesn't<em>he</em>look like the type that would choke you, but only in the good way-"<br/><strong><br/>"I apologize for the intrusion ladies..."</strong><br/><br/>The unfamiliar voice broke through Bella's naughty reverie as they realized the Count himself was standing before them, bowing and offering Elia a dance. He asked if she minded taking her new friend away for a dance, and despite her heart filling with heated jealousy at the idea of being abandoned, Isobelle nodded and released Angel's arm.<br/><br/>"Of course," she said smoothly, being a political figure herself and knowing how to mask her own inner turmoil and irritation. It didn't last long, however, as she all but jumped at feeling a hand at the small of her own bare back, and spinning around she at first was face to face with a massive chest.<br/><br/>Mouth opened, lips parted, Isobelle's emerald eyes slowly...slowly ascended up across the Viking costume that was slightly opened to a bared chest with the peak of dusted chest hair, immensely broad shoulders, a beard under the Warrior's mask, and above intense eyes was a long formal braid. Bella stared dumbly for a few seconds at his question, almost mesmerized by him as it seemed he stepped out of a storybook before blinking and clearing her throat, his fingers stroking her back intimately and making her shudder as she inadvertently stepped closer to him. She detected a hint of whiskey on his breath along with a touch of gasoline on his skin, but it took nothing away from the overwhelming aura of masculinity that washed over her like a tidal wave.<br/><br/>"Um," her eyes dropped to his lips as she smiled slowly, dragging them back up to the eyeholes in his mask when he turned them to the dance floor. "Yes, please."<br/><br/>She did know how to waltz, it was an incredibly romantic dance and looking over to Angel she gave an excited smile at their already good fortune before turning towards her mysterious Viking chest to chest to place her left hand at his broad shoulder and her right hand into his, her much smaller one dwarfed by his as it was extended. When the music began, Isobelle had no trouble at all following his lead, his size not a handicap as expected as he moved the three steps of the waltz smoothly, hinting at an educated upbringing. His massive hand at her back was warm and it incited her to press closer to him as the orchestra increased in both volume and speed. Bella's long fingers on her left hand moved from his shoulder to come up to his face and caress the backs of her knuckles along his jawline before tracing the plumpness of his bottom lip with the pads of her fingers. Her sparkling eyes met his through their individual masks and she smiled mischievously. "So," she began in a volume for his ears alone. "What brought you here tonight?"