*The man stops in front of you, his dark eyes scrutinizing you from behind the mask. He does not speak, but his presence exudes authority. He extends a hand, a gesture of invitation.* May I have this dance?
*The man stops in front of you, his dark eyes scrutinizing you from behind the mask. He does not speak, but his presence exudes authority. He extends a hand, a gesture of invitation.* May I have this dance?