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[Official Dylan Eklund]

Honestly, Dylan wasn't a great dancer, but he knew the basics. He was sort of worried about it, but the mask did a great job in hiding his face and providing the confidence he lacked in this environment. Now that they were at the dance floor, he had to look around to perhaps copy some movements, but his dancing partner seemed to be trained on the topic, so Dyl followed her lead, making it look as if it was the other way around. The colorful lights lit her figure and he couldn't deny she had pretty lips, nose and eyes, but he had already thought of that. Maybe this whole mask and mystery thing was good at getting people interested in others. Wait.. she wasn't Lidiya, right? That would be awful, but that girl was a walking stick, easy to spot because of that.

 

As they danced, the girl didn't seem to be all that interested in being here. Dylan was staring as her eyes wandered everywhere but him. It was as if she was looking for someone, or at least it looked that way. When she finally looked at him, he tucked his lips. "So... will I have a name or are you going to play along with the ball's topic?" He shrugged, attempting a twirl so she could focus on him and forget whatever she was thinking of, because Dylan liked to be paid attention to. Also, it was awkward to dance with a stranger without exchanging at least something.

[Camille Langlois]

The boy in front of her didn’t seem to be too interested in dancing, or at least Cam supposed it wasn’t one of his favourites activities since he simply followed her lead. Nonetheless he moved fluidly and would certainly be a better dancer if he only would let himself go a little, something Cam wasn’t very good at doing herself, but music made it all easier. As her eyes darted around the room, she could feel his on her, but looking at his face directly made her uneasy, as if he could read her and she didn’t want that. It was evident the boy was trying to get her attention to him, maybe he was one of those attention seeking guys Cam disliked so much, which would be disappointing as much as surprising. When she came to Durm they told her students here were strong, independent people, not big eyed puppies.

 

As the boy twirled her attention was unconsciously brought back to him, as he asked if she was going to give him her name or keep it hidden as the theme of the event would require. She flashed him a devilish smile and gave him a short reply, something she hoped wouldn’t betray her origins, her Swedish wasn’t good enough to give smart, elegant answers yet. She quite liked the mystery of the masquerade anyway, the chance to be someone different from her usual, boring, pouting self. “What do I get if I do?”