he bows. “Sebastian Michaelis. Might I ask your name, my lady?” he asks. She giggles, the sound making him cringe internally. He grabbed her by the hand and led her away from the rest of the crowd, they ended up in a large bedroom. He stared at her like prey, she mistook it for lust of some sort.she follows his lead in perfect harmony, she knows how to dance. He smiles down at her, she blushes a bit. He almost feels bad for tonights planned events between the two. The song slowly ends and they wind up at the other end of the room, away from her friends and whoever she was attending the ball with. Her silk hair is the purest of white, along with her dress and shoes. He stifles a growl, she merely stares up at him. Oblivious to the danger standing within arms reach of her fragile body.
“Ciel!” Lady Elizabeth runs up to Sebastians young master and hugs him tightly. Sebastian smirks, Lady Elizabeth looks over to Sebastian. “go off and have some fun” she squeals happily. He looks at his master and he nods, “if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask” he bias and walks off aimlessly. Until he sees her, a young woman with straight white hair and porcelain skin. His eyes flash and he grins, he walks over to the young lady and taps her shoulder. She turns around with a smile. He bows slightly, extending his hand to her “shall we dance?”.
A couple of Ivory’s friends squeal. “Here he comes!” She rolls her eyes and almost walks away but she’s caught by his voice. She turns around to face him. “Y-yes….” She says running her hand through her white hair. “I would love to.” She smiles and then follows his lead.
She dances perfectly with him. She had never met someone who could dance so well. The song slows to and end. ‘Oh….They’re so far. I must have gotten carried away with dancing…’ She looked up at him when she hears a growl. “So….What did you say your name was…?” She asked curiously.
Ivory looked up at him and smiled. “My name is Amatarasu…most call me Ivory.” She follows him curiously into a bedroom. He was straight to the punch, wasn’t he? A half smile curled upon her lips as she watched his every movement.