The masks worn at night
In the center of the room, a group of people had gathered around a large, ornate mirror. Elena pushed her way through the crowd, drawn to the reflection that seemed to captivate them all. As she gazed into the mirror, she saw not her own face staring back at her, but a distorted image of a stranger – a twisted, erotic version of herself that sent a shiver down her spine.
“You like what you see?” a voice purred in her ear.
Elena turned to find a man standing behind her, his features hidden behind a grotesque mask. His eyes burned with lust, and she felt her body respond to his presence, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her dress.