The man’s touch on her waist was gentle and inviting, making the tension in her body slowly dissipate. As they danced together in synchrony, Devon’s eyes studied the ornate detailings of his mask and suit, a soft grin forming on her lips as she listened to his velvety voice. The man chuckled quietly in reaction to her question before answering, “To prove to myself that I have what it takes to truly master the craft of writing, to delve deeper into the mysteries of language and storytelling”. Listening intently to his words, she gave his hand a little squeeze before complimenting him on his craft, ”That’s rather impressive, writing is a fairly difficult skill”, she beamed at him with a tinge of admiration in her voice.
