"Hah..."
With a content sigh, Alex sank into a chair at the edge of the masquerade hall. His legs ached pleasantly from the countless dances, and a thin sheen of sweat clung to his skin despite the cool evening air.
With the level of power he had, he wasn't supposed to tire out with just some hours of dancing, but looking at the people around him, many sweating like no tomorrow, Alex couldn't help himself.
The party was in full swing—though the people were now less focused on dancing and more focused on doing things they couldn't without a mask.
Many young ones were trying to confess their love for each other, not feeling any shame at being rejected since no one would know who they were, while the old ones also tried their luck on each other, hoping to rope someone in to spend a night with.