<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/6e9e87b59e2fc5be49035a287d1274df/tumblr_o3yq766uLl1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Trond Vissen<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cara Romero, OPEN<br/></span><hr/>It wasn't so much that Trond felt out of place. Well, he did, but it was only because he was. He'd been out of the dating game for years and while he was fine at charity events and your average social gathering, something like this was so far out of his range, he wasn't entirely sure what to do next, so he applied himself to filling up on liquid courage for the moment, and hoping that his moment would come.<br/><br/>Lo and behold, an opportunity arose. The form it arose in was certainly eye-grabbing, wrapped in a tight black dress, heels and a lacy fox mask. Young, lithe and stopping right in front of him was enough to grab his attention immediately. She asked if it was his first time, and he wasn't sure if there was some sort of double entendre to be understood there, so he didn't respond, his eyes narrowing and taking another sip from his glass. She seemed to assume that that meant a yes, because she offered to show him around and extending her hand to take.<br/><br/>He wanted to know the name of his savior, but he'd noted how careful Corwin had been to avoid using names, and the whole point of a masquerade was to hide the identities of those indulging themselves so...<br/><br/>"Sure, why not?" He said softly, taking her hand and deftly tucking it into his arm, letting him step in next to her, letting her lead the way, since she seemed to know where they seemed to be going. He sipped his glass again," It's been a while since I've been to anything like this. Well, never anything quite like this," He turned, offering a smile," I'm not sure that I should ask your name. Is that breaking some sort of unspoken rule?"