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fantasy story of Maki Aizawa :
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in surprise. I smiled, feeling my face flush again, as I looked at the man in
the black mask.
"Care to dance, madam?" he asked huskily, as he took my hand lightly, and
brushed his soft lips across it.
I tried to answer, but I had lost my voice. I cleared my throat, fanning my
hot face with the fan, and replied "I would love to". Then I curtsied low,
raising my skirts slightly with my hands, making sure he got a glimpse of my
legs. He led me forward, and together we twirled out onto the dance floor.
The music had started and we easily blended in with the rest of the dancers.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and he took my other in his. The skin pressed
against mine was very warm. As I looked into his eyes, the only part of
his face visible behind the black cloth mask, I felt myself getting warmer and
warmer beneath my tightly laced dress.
Now that I was this close to him, I could see the rough hairs of a beard that
before had been concealed under his mask. The steps of the d
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