You ask the waiter to join you at your table.

The masked waiter seems taken aback by your invitation, his small mouth hanging open slightly. He swiftly regains his composure, flashing you a charming smile under his half-mask and gracefully pulling a chair to take a seat.

You look the waiter up and down. His crisp uniform accentuates his slender, lithe form, and the Venetian half-mask frames his soft, hairless face and fair skin elegantly. His nails were well-manicured and immaculately clean.

You want this man - badly.