Lexi's dance

Once Eva left, Lexi quickly turned her attention to the participants gathering for the dance. The ballroom dance was always a highly anticipated event at the gala, and this year was no exception. This year, it was a masked dance, which only added to the intrigue. Lexi's eyes had already picked out a few well built men in the crowd, and likewise noticed many eyes on her.

She was wearing a sleek black mask inspired by the Black Cat's design. She didn't share this with her colleagues, but one of her hobbies was cosplay, and she had made the mask herself. Her short stint as an agent had already given her plenty inspiration for the full suit.

The dance began with the men and women standing apart in two files, facing each other. They advanced, and picked a partner to begin waltzing. Eva felt herself shaking with excitement, for she could tell her dance partner was blown away by her. He was having trouble concentrating, and kept stumbling his words whenever they tried making conversation. She giggled when she caught him staring at her cleavage.

She switched partners a few times, until finally time pairing up with a man she had been eyeing since before the dance started. He was tall, lean and suave, wearing a distinctive black mask that felt faintly familiar. He was an expert dancer and a smooth talker. For the first time, it was her that had difficulty keeping up. She was soon breathing heavily - not entirely with exertion - staring lustily at him and biting her lip.

"Need a breather?", the man smiled.

"Uh, yes. A little...", she squeaked, panting. Now it was her turn to stumble over her words.

"I'm going for a drink in my room.", the masked man whispered in her ear. "Would you like to join me?"