"Well... I just want you to myself, besides, I'm sure Roxy will refuse to dance to slow music. She's just not the type," Kyrah says. "You want me all to yourself, huh?" I wink at her and she blushes. "Oh, come on, stop teasing. Let's get something to bite. Roxy's over there," she says and I spot Roxy taking a bite of some shrimp. People all over are busy conversing hence the low hum around this place. Soft, orchestral music is still playing and it's soothing my ears. "Is it good?" Kyrah asks. "Best shrimp ever!" she says. As Kyrah and I help ourselves, I notice that the others are nowhere to be seen, so it's just Kyrah, Roxy and I and a bunch of masked strangers. Just when we're done eating, some guy in a navy tuxedo approaches us and introduces himself as Prada, his code name for the night. So there's definitely got to be a Gucci out there, and a Fendi, maybe a Chanel and Louis Vuitton even. "I've noticed you have two ladies with you, care to share one with me?" his eyes move i
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