<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/209kemw.jpg)<br/></div>Name:  Marieme<br/>Location: Ballroom<br/>Tagging:  Chester<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mask</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i63.tinypic.com/qs4mrt.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Marieme indulged in a long sip of her champagne as she watched the dancers glide across the floor in time with the music. Before she had realised it, she had drained half her glass. The atmosphere in this place alone was intoxicating. It would be far to easy for her to get swept away in the decadence and romance of the evening with so many beautiful creatures lurking about. It wasn't that often one found themselves the opportunity to dance to a live orchestra and her thoughts turned to, perhaps, finding a partner of her own to glide with.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the candlelit room, eyeing many of the other guests closely. So many prospective partners and, regrettably, so few dances to share. How would she be able to choose?<br/><br/>It made things easier when a gentleman, disguised behind an ornate dragon mask that shimmered in hues of blue and aquamarine in the candlelight, bowed before her. Marieme smiled brightly at the gesture and returned it with a graceful curtsey of her own.<em>“Far too good.”</em>she said in agreement over the question of the champagne, her own Québecois accent quite apparent as she spoke. She took another sip before continuing.<em>“It certainly tastes like I will have a few more before the night is through. Though, I imagine tonight is a night for all manner of indulgence."</em>Her wink could be seen behind the delicate lace of her mask, her pale eyes painted smokey and dark as night beneath.<br/><br/>The mysterious blue dragon with his twisting black horns and dressed in his intricate blue and silver brocade vest then held out his hand to her. Marieme happily accepted, slipping her own fingers into his waiting palm. Charmed by the soft kiss and the compliment that followed, she couldn't help but let out the softest of giggles, barely noticeable if not for the smile that pulled at the corner of her mouth. The fangs she wore pressed into the deep red of her lower lip as she grinned, giving her warm expression a far more sinister appearance.<em> “My, my, sir. We do seem have quite the flair for drama don't we? I am most flattered, kind sir. You cut quite the attractive figure yourself, I must say.”</em><br/><br/>She stepped closer to the fine gentleman in her company as the music swelled and filled the room. Marieme felt the calling to join the swirl of masks and colours moving through the room growing stronger. She finished her drink and placed the empty flute on a passing tray.<br/><br/><em>“Care to dance?” </em>