C235 Throw Yourself into the Wrong Arms

Ann Lan glanced at the mask in her hands, the soft fur on the fox's ears tickling her palms.

The lights in the center of the hall flickered, flashing past the crazily dancing dancers, leaving streaks of colourful light on the floor.

This was Ann Lan's first time entering such a place. Even though she was masked, it was hard for her to not feel fear.

When she came back to her senses