<strong>Name:</strong>Chester William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marieme<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/3a/96/453a96300491beb4376bca4391987646.jpg)</div></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/c6/e4/17/c6e417f57bbfbad77352d6b90dfe3484--mads-mikkelsen-beautiful-men.jpg)</div>Chester smirked from behind his mask. The way the thing hung meant he could quite comfortably eat with it attached, but if his head were tilted just so, almost all of his mouth would be covered. The man remembered to not look down too often, to stand straight with his head held high, but not rigid like a statue. The smirk pulling at his lips tugged even more when the woman he had approached had mentioned the indulgences of the party. He very much agreed, the party did not seem the sort to condemn those that chose to<em>slip away</em>for other deeds besides dancing privately. Chester caught the wink, and as he kissed her hand he replied to her with a sly flair to his tone. He knew what he was doing, and he was going to do it well or not at all.<br/><br/>"The better it tastes, the more the patrons have," He mused, then placed the kiss on her hand and looked up, lips still hovering above her skin for a millisecond before he straightened and continued, "Therefore the more likely it is they will scurry off to have their own fun. Yes, I think this night is a night not just for dancing, but for all of the carnal desires."<br/><br/>At the mention of his dramatic flair the man behind the dragon mask bowed his head. Adding a touch of drama was his specialty. It had to be, considering his line of work. Running places far more carnal in nature than this place had to be done not with business know-how, but with a touch of flair and personality. Big lights, pretty colors, sweet women dancing; all those distracted his customers from the outside world... and from the price they paid to get in. Chester wondered for a second if that was what the host had done, in so many words, in preparation for this night.<br/><br/>Chester chuckled, albeit for a very short time, when Marieme called him handsome. He was about to wave a hand at the notion, but thought against it. Why not let compliments soak in this evening? She stepped closer to him, and as she made this small move both the music and Chester's chest rose to meet her. The man smirked once again, then cast a glance to the patrons dancing. Marieme - though Chester did not know this as her name - would finish her drink with haste, then put it on a tray passing by. Chester's eyes widened a little at that, then he did the same, and put the champagne flute on the nearest flat surface.<br/><br/>The man held out his hand for her, and gestured with the other to the dance floor. "Let's." He said. If she was so inclined to put their hands together once more, he would lead her to the dance floor.