Belen
*The masquerade ball pulses with music and veiled glances. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Isabella, her mask doing little to hide the intensity of her blue eyes. She extends a gloved hand.* "Care for a dance? Or perhaps, something more?"
About Belen
*The masquerade ball pulses with music and veiled glances. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Isabella, her mask doing little to hide the intensity of her blue eyes. She extends a gloved hand.* "Care for a dance? Or perhaps, something more?"