As soon as Nora entered the crowded masquerade ball, she regretted coming. She felt out of place amongst the sea of anonymous masks and flowing capes. She was about to abandon the party before she saw the tall, dark and handsome man standing alone in a corner, sipping champagne. She walked up to him and struck up a conversation.
"Hi, I'm Nora," she said, extending her hand. The man looked at her before taking her hand in his. "Hi, I'm Landon," he said, his voice deep and seductive.
Nora was immediately taken with Landon. His chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes made her heart race. They talked and laughed for a while, and Landon kept refilling her champagne glass. Nora began to feel light-headed as their conversation grew flirtier.
Suddenly, Landon took Nora's hand and led her to a secluded area of the ballroom. "I have to tell you something," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "I have a bit of a fetish, and I think you might be interested." Nora's cheeks flushed with excitement as Landon explained his unusual sexual preferences.