The Masquerade Connection

As soon as she walked into the masquerade ball, Isla felt out of place. Her costume was too revealing and not enough vintage, and she feared being the only one showing some skin. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw James, her friend, who was already three drinks in. He was dressed as a skeleton, wearing skin-tight pants that left little to the imagination.

"Hey, Isla! Thank god you're here," James exclaimed, downing a shot. "I'm feeling a little too sober."

Isla laughed, feeling grateful for his presence. "I'm feeling a little too slutty for this party," she admitted.

James smirked, eyeing her outfit. "You can never be too slutty. Speak for yourself, though. I think you look amazing."

They chatted for a while longer, catching up on life. When Isla excused herself to grab a drink, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and pull her into a dark room. She gasped, trying to see through the darkness.

"Who are you?" She asked, her heart racing.

"You don't recognize my voice, Isla?" The man chuckled. "I thought we had a connection earlier."

Isla's eyes widened as she finally recognized the voice. "James?"

James stepped out of the shadows, his face still covered by his skeleton mask. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. Will you?"

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