Men Behind The Mask の小説・ストーリー

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

"Kitten will gesture her consent. Her face will be masked, and both of your voices disabled, but she will give her consent." "I'm not sure I like this." "You will," Marta replied. At that moment, the door opened. Red and Black escorted a third woman in. Her entire head was covered by a fairly realistic looking cat mask. She wore a blue collar just like Rob's and heels. Her body was exquisite, and she had a small patch of dark pubic hair. They walked her up next to Marta. It was fairly obvious she couldn't see where she was going.

She hadn’t expected a reply, not when he was staring at her like a meal ready to be eaten. “I want you to fuck me Vincenzo,” She said and smashed her lips on his, in a rough kiss. UNDISCLOSED LOCATION Two men in black knelt before a woman wearing black long coat and knee high boots. Her hands were covered with black gloves, gold bracelets seating round her wrist. She wore a gold necklace and matching gold earrings. She wore a big black hat, and her face was covered with a mask. “Speak,” came the voice of the woman seating on the chair, looking all mighty with her head high. She doesn’t sound feminine like she is dressed. Instead, she uses a voice transmitter planted in the mask so to keep he

Every so often, one of them looked toward Kain and looked away again just as quickly. The servers down here weren’t dressed like the ones above. They wore masks of their own, ornate and feathered, with ribbons tied around their throats. One woman’s mask was shaped like a fox, her dress split to her hip; another had her chest wrapped in gold wire and nothing else. They carried trays of champagne, glasses that caught the lamplight like liquid fire. Luca tried to look anywhere else. “Wh–why’s ev–everyone st–staring?”

The man with a mask over his face. *

Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Another two masked men appeared, standing close to her and intimidating her. Oh...she forgot. The book said that all the staff here wore a black mask. It was like their shop’s customs, their shop’s selling point. It looks strange, but people come here for that reason. She stood still. “I need to talk to Dillon.” The masked men froze. The one she talked to earlier spoke up, “Can I ask who is that miss? We are only a library.” “Dillon. Head of Rouge Guild.” She spoke firmly against their lies.