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My Masquerade Ball (interracial)

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He led me up to a vacant room, whilst I was stumbling over my feet. We made it to the room and he gently pushed me onto the bed. His lips found mine. It was the best kiss I ever had. My hands found their way around his neck, his weight leaning all on his forearms. His tongue grazed over my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly. He took it, and stuck his tongue in my mouth and he tasted delicious. Like cherries and chocolate.  Before I knew it I was only in my slip and he was only in his boxers. Then it dawned me, Why the hell am I kissing someone I don't know. I screamed and scurried away from him.

"OMG I'm kissing someone I don't freaking know. What the heck is going on?" I said whilst grabbing all of my belongings trying to leave. But before I could leave he grabbed my arm.

"What's your name, Love?"

"Broc, you?"

"Pareis." And with that I left to go find Robin.

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