As she walked into the lavish room filled with masked strangers, her heart raced with anticipation. Her name was Raven, a tall, fierce woman with long, wavy black hair, and piercing blue eyes. Overhead, the chandeliers sparkled and the soft music played, but the only sound she could hear was her own breathing.
As she walked, she met a stranger named Dominic, wearing a mask, a tuxedo, and a fiery red waistcoat. They locked eyes, and she could feel her heart beating faster. They introduced themselves, and Dominic's deep voice sent shivers down her spine.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
Raven hesitated. "I'm not much of a dancer," she said slowly.
"Neither am I," Dominic replied, taking her hand and leading her towards the dance floor. The room was crowded, and as they moved, she could feel his warmth and strength. He led, and she followed, until the music stopped, and they found themselves standing in a dark corner.
"Are you enjoying the party?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Yes," she replied, feeling her breath quicken.