Rising upward on one daintily clad foot, her heart skipped a beat as he sent her twirling away like a slowly drifting leaf on the wind. In the moment she thought his move would loose her entirely, his tightened grip summoned her effortlessly back into his compelling embrace. Just a footstep ago they were sharing light banter. With practiced ease he had made it an earnest seduction.<br/><br/>What had she expected this eve? Some light chatter, perhaps some mingling with strangers? Certainly not to be entranced, lulled as if in thrall to his dark charm. The night was young. What macabre dance was his voice and touch working upon her sensibilities? Some inner thrill as his whisper cocooned her in darkness, her form entirely aware of his call. Every nerve set on edge as her tender lips met the unyielding cold caricature of his mask. Vibrating against the glossy white surface,"but the dance..."