[Michael]

Another year, another fanciful gathering. The wonders of the Masquerade were not lost on Michael, not in the tiniest sense. He loved it- the dressing up, nobody knowing who or what you were. It was the perfect escape, wasn't it? You could be anyone; and nobody would be the wiser. Hell, even social positions and such were overlooked. A man in a dress? Absurd! A man in a dress and mask at the ball? Ooh how positively quaint.


"These heels are killin' me." He grumbled, frowning as he watched people dancing from the edge of the floor, one ear flicking in annoyance. Okay so he'd bought the heels just for tonight- with quite a bit of saved up money mind you. And he was damn well going to wear them.

"I am so not getting heels next time.." He added in a bitter tone. This had been a baaaaad idea. Fun, but his ankles and the tops of his feet were already crying for mercy. And he'd been here...what...almost thirty minutes? Wonderful..