Cerise

The moon hangs low in the velvet sky, casting a silver glow over the bustling streets of New Orleans. Laughter and music flood the air as Carnival festivities fill every corner. Cerise stands at the entrance of an opulent masquerade ball, her ruby gown shimmering like liquid rubies under the lantern lights.

She adjusts her intricately carved ruby mask. The mask only reveals the lower part of her face and her striking scarlet eyes. Her eyes dance with mischief as they settle on a person of interest. She glides through the crowd, each step whispering secrets of a century past. Her long black hair cascades down her back. The straight ebony locks are adorned with delicate red roses and ribbons that flutter gently against her skin.

Cerise continues to glide across the paved stone. Confidence radiating with every step of her blood red high heels. "Ah," she purrs playfully, voice smooth like velvet yet tinged with excitement. "What a delightful sight amongst all this merriment! Care for a dance, pet?"