You looked around, young Gaians running around, screaming at the top of their lungs, the constant bickering about prom attire and occasionally a person shouting, 'I'M STILL LOOKING!'. Indeed, twas all the things you'd expect of a prom, or maybe it was just plain teenage angst. Nevertheless, you sought to escape it, looking for a room in this vast place that could cater to your tastes, yet several minutes of searching gives you nothing.
Until you saw him...
An attractively odd young man with a smirk on his brow, soft blue eyes, and kept brown hair. A rare rose was entwined upon his lips, a studded collar around his neck and a bulge in his ebony bottoms.
You couldn't help but notice as your eyes roamed over him.
He walked over to you, hand on the rim of the bottoms, as if he was keeping them up... or was it the other way around?
His lips parted, still retaining the casual smirk, speaking in a soft voice;
“Perhaps you should follow me... The real party is starting.”