Fair haired Phantom
Seeming to emerge from thin air, a flaxen woman in a flowing black gown approaches you. A dark, sparkling mask has been donned on upon her porcelain face, leaving her identity a mystery. No words exit her painted lips; you only receive an alluring smile. Her gloved hand strokes your cheek once. The soft silky fabric is cool and pleasing to the touch. She moves closer and places a chaste kiss on your lips. She pulls away slowly, gently places her hand on your neck, and moves her lips to your ear. You can smell the fragrant perfume emanating from her slender neck.
&��The night is aphotic, but you light up my sky.&��
You are left frozen by her words. The enigmatic individual hastily, yet elegantly, backs away until she&��s out of site. She departs as quickly and rivetingly as she arrived. She leaves no trace of her existence other than a black rose-thorn puncturing the skin-somehow finding its way within your hand. You will not be forgetting this peculiar woman for a very, very long time.
Victorian vocaloid
As you made your way off the beautiful dance floor, you adjusted your shimmery mask, which kept falling into your eyes. Looking back up, you jump with a startle as you see a young lady in Victorian attire standing right in front of you. However, something inside of you told you that it wasn't just an elaborate masquerade costume.
She had her back turned to you- she must have been backing away from the swelling crowd of Gaians entering the festivities. Must not be an extrovert, you figured.
Tapping her on the shoulder, she meekly turned to face you. "Hello," she said. Her voice was thick with British accent, as well as an odd electronic buzz.
"Would you like to dance?" you asked, leading her to blush and look away for a moment before nodding.
You gently spun and swayed with her on the floor until the song ended. You turned your head as you heard a mechanical chirping. Shaking it off as a figment of your imagination, you turned again to thank the girl for the dance... But she was no longer there. Despite this, a small yellow box with a red ribbon sat at your feet.
'I am sorry for disappearing... Crowds scare me.. Make me feel vulnerable. I don't like to be seen 'with' someone... People always get the wrong impression... That, or I get attached. Best I leave now... I just wanted to thank you, for you are the only person who acknowledged me tonight, and you are a wonderful dancer... I suppose Mr Arthur taught you?'
~ The Victorian Vocaloid
-The Fair-haired Phantom
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