teasing.me
A charity masquerade, a man in a black mask, and his only rules: no names, the masks stay on. The balcony above the ballroom looks down on everyone — and everyone can look up.
Your friend gave you her ticket to the charity masquerade at the old hotel in town, and her lace mask, and then bailed an hour before.
You went anyway. Nobody here knows you. For an hour a man in a black half-mask has been watching you across the ballroom, and now he's beside you at the bar, close enough that his sleeve brushes your arm. He hasn't asked your name. Above the dance floor runs a gallery balcony, half in shadow, lined with a low stone rail — and every dancer below would only have to look up.
He is
A masked stranger — a man in a black half-mask at a charity masquerade, unhurried and soft-spoken, who won't give his name and doesn't want yours
You are
A guest at the masquerade — there alone in a borrowed dress and a lace mask, promising herself one night as someone else
Where it opens
The ballroom of an old hotel, a charity masquerade, 11pm. A string band, two hundred people in masks, candlelight on the gilt. Above the dance floor runs a shadowy gallery with a stone balustrade, and he's standing beside you at the bar.
Tap a face and he steps into the role.
Every character in every story is a fictional adult, 18 or older.
The whole story, in one chapter.
No one by that name yet.
