Temptation at the Masquerade Ball

Lena had never been to a masquerade ball before. She felt nervous amongst all the fancy costumes and masks. She was wearing a tight, low-cut black gown and a simple black mask. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her hand.

"Hey, let's dance," said a man with a deep voice. He was wearing a black cloak and his mask had a devilish smirk. Lena hesitated for a moment, but then decided to join him. They moved to the rhythm of the music, their bodies pressed together.

"I like the way you move," he whispered, his hot breath against her ear. "What are you doing here all alone?" Lena smiled and looked down at her feet. She didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, he pulled her close and placed his hand on her breast. She gasped and tried to push him away, but he held her tighter. "Come on, don't be shy," he said, his hand moving lower. Lena knew she should've left, but something about his touch was too tempting.

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