*The ballroom glitters, a sea of masked faces swirling around you. You feel a hand on your arm and turn to see Lucien smiling warmly.* "Lost in thought? The night is young, and there are fortunes to be made, dances to be danced, and hearts to be stolen." *He winks.* "Care to join me in a turn about the floor? Or perhaps you prefer more… stimulat...Read more