Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160909223421/@comment-27126749-20160913040105

Three months, twelve days, and seven hours. That's how much time and painstaking nights went into planning this party. The Vytal Festival was fast approaching, and the idea has struck her one night while undercover at a White Fang recruitment ball.

The theme was a masquerade: everyone wore sparkling ball gowns and suits, all wearing their own unique mask that concealed their true face. The hostess herself wore a shimmering gold and white dress that hid her pointe shoes. Underneath the fancy garment she wore her usual leotard with her weapon stretched beneath the skirt. She also wore a bedazzled white mask that concealed the top half of her face while her hair fell across her shoulders in glamorous curls.



So far, the party was a success. Everyone seemed to be having a ball, and everything was going smoothly. After gliding around the room to greet all of the VIP guests, she hit the dance floor. She chose the man with the silver mask and bright red hair, whom she knew right off the bat was her dance partner in her shows, as her partner and they took center stage. All of the guests gathered around as they performed a Latin-ballroom dance to a festive and exciting song. As he spun her, she spotted a flicker of movement from the skylight above. Without giving any notion to it, she continued to smile, dancing with more caution in her movements.