THE WILES OF THE NIGHT: THE MASQUERADE

The beautiful scenery of the city didn't interest her, for her mind was on the dark mysterious man who eluded her needful hands. Her heart ached knowing she'd never get the chance to unearth that fine specimen of a man, layer after savory layer. When she first set eyes on him, she'd known she had to have him and stake her claim. But fate apparently had other plans, for each time she'd made her move to approach him, he seemed to vanish into thin air. This man was so alluring, yet he had an air of danger to him. He reminded her of the legends of the castle of The Masque. It was said that those of the supernatural realm frequented these festivities to mingle with humans. Which is why Rena wished to come here, though it might be role-playing make-believe, she wished to live out her fantasy of being seduced by a Count. Even if it was pretend. Just when Rena began to lose herself in her reverie like countless times before, fate interrupted her longing.

"This is a time for celebration," Came a deep, intriguing voice behind her. "Not mourning..."