Hazel eyes scanned the face of the masked man standing in front of her. Perhaps, it was truly a monumentally stupid decision, indulging in the embrace of a stranger. No, there was no perhaps to it, no doubt about it, for it was an utterly foolish move, considering a lot of things and maybe she would come to regret or perhaps she would find herself extremely entertained. Fun, echoed in her head, for he-the masked man- could be anyone, and if she was not slightly inebriated, she might have placed the puzzles in the right place and figured out his identity. His voice was oddly familiar, had she heard it before? Meh
Amani crossed paths with countless faces, countless voices, most of them fading into the blur of irrelevant encounters, deliberately left in the fog of oblivion so more important things can be stored in her mind. After all, why bother turning the irrelevant into memories when they mean nothing? Or held any significant importance to her, Amani seldom bothered to remember the names of nightly companions, all she could remember was damn they were attractive and damn did they serve their purpose for the night. Helping her release tension, and try something new for the night and then be gone for the morning.
Now, turning back to to the mask man, beneath the disguise, she could suppose he sported an attractive facade- generous 8 if she was feeling magnanimous- complete with what some (not her, she never said her) might call a handsome jawline. His brown hair, though thinning, possessed a certain charm. But it was his eyes, that intrigued her the most, she was sure she had seen those set of eyes before. Were they just a run-of-the-mill blue? Perhaps, but still there was something unique about them in a way that had her memory flickering but she could not quite place the finger on it.
But aah, that was just his masked persona, Amani couldn’t help but wonder, with a twisted sense of amusement, what lay beneath that disguise. Would he still exude the same magnetism, or would reality shatter the illusion he crafted? The unknown tantalized her curiosity, and oddly enough, the uncertainty only fueled her intrigue further. There was a certain allure to not knowing who laid under the mask, it was hot to think that he could be anyone, look anyhow under that mask or perhaps it was the wine.
When she had said lead the way, he had responded with ‘as you wish’ and a stupid smirk on his face. making her eyes rake over his face again and playfully roll her eyes. They had danced, it was for a short time, and she did not know why or how she agreed to it, instead of going straight to the point, but she did, accepting the game. Thankfully, the ‘game’ was short live or so she had thought until he had told her to close her eyes. She gave him a deadpan look, would it kill them to end?? Her eyes flickered around the room, and with a sigh she complied- wine does that to a person.
She had opened her eyes for second, it was slightly but she had and then closed her eyes as she followed him, she could not help but to muse whether he was to kill her with all this close your eyes stuff. When they had finally reached a spot, he had told her to open her eyes and she complied. Her eyes panned the scene and she blinked unimpressed. Now what was the meaning of this? Hopefully this was not some romantic nonsense, she would have preferred that he was a killer other than him possible confessing his romantic heart and how so he could not have a fling without feelings or some blllsht she had heard from one of her former didn’t get to happen fling, because she had left as soon as those words left his lips.
“I’m so impressed.” It sounded genuine but it was sarcastic, “I have never before seen a grand reveal like this, a room with a view?” Her eyes scanned the room once more, she did not know what she was expecting from closing her eyes- technically, she wasn’t expecting much but she was also not expecting this. Though, she suppose she could admit to herself that the view was not all that bad, she had seen better oriels, but this one was an 9.
Hopefully he was not planning on dragging this little game longer, but it seemed he was, for he had told her to dance with him, asking him if that’s what she wanted.She took a couple steps towards him, her voice lowering as she whispered in his ear,
“Dance with you and then seek the company of another who can do the job right—well, I suppose that is my desire.” She teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “But if we’re to dance, wouldn’t it be more exhilarating to do so… bare?” She pulled away, playing with the collar of his shirt as if adjusting it, “I don’t know,” She said, “What would you suppose, do you agree?” Her eyes lingered at his eyes through the golden mask he wore, then to his nose and lips as she played with the collar. She came close, as if to kiss him , she coyly added “But I suppose, a dance clothed is just as good.” She pulled away, giving distance to them. She quirked her brow, “So? So where is the music?”
He had questioned what her reason for dressing up today, “Other the fact we had to dress up for the ball, I always look like this and I was hoping for someone to help me with something…” She trailed off, not saying more.