The wind blows her long black wavy hair. As she fixed her hair, she grabbed the black mask with a silver glitters around it from her desk. She was wearing a black silver slip long gown. A black garterized gauze-like cloth wrapping around her legs, there she put a white rose. She grabbed her silver purse and the invitation card, as she entered her black Chevrolet Malibu.
【 10 PM Grande Castle Hall: Masquerade Ball 】
She took a glimpse on the folder in her passenger seat. A smug smile was formed, as she read the name written on small fonts in it.
'Another victim for tonight.'
She handed her invitation card to the guards, and freely entered the hall. It was a little dark, loud music and a bit of smokes everywhere for effects. There were bunch of girls everywhere, trying to hook a millionaire guy. This is it, their world of fantasy, gambling and money. The lights were dimmed that you won't even noticed everyone's faces nor their eyes. She started walking and joining the crowd. Her eyes were busy searching and looking for her prey. A detectable hidden camera was attached to her dress, it was too little that it didn't look too suspicious.
'There he is..'
She walked towards the man wearing a black tuxedo. The man was holding a glass of wine, sitting on the couch with a few gentlemen.
Without any second thoughts, she sat on one man's lap and started kissing him torridly. The gentlemen weren't surprised, they started cheering for more like they were watching a real live show. She transferred herself to another, and then to another, and then the next one, until she reached her target. And finally, the time has come, they were left alone. There were no ending kissing and touching and making out. She let him kissed her neck, her nape, and even let him touch her everywhere. She was dancing and grinding on his lap, seducing him in every ways she could. Her hands slowly went to her legs, where a shiny metal was kept together with the white rose. She kissed him again softly, and injected the chemical on the man's neck. A victory smile was formed as she saw him seeking for a help but no one can hear him. The music was too loud and everyone is too excited to enjoy themselves.
'Sorry dear, for you have committed an immoral act to everyone.'
She stood up, and put a red lipstick on. She reach for her white rose and placed it on the glass table in front of the couch.
'It was nice meeting you, Mr. Waltz. But, I guess, life is too short for you. You were chosen to be my 11th rose.'