#c;beth

"You keep calling me the villain, but I’m the only one who truly sees you. They’ll never understand you like I do." Beth smirked, puffing out her cigarette. To others, what she had said might be toxic, but they both knew that no one would love the other way she could. "Won't touch you the way I know how to."

"It's really not what it looks like, Sir." There wasn't a tremble of fear but definitely the pleasure she had experienced only moments before. Beth knew she had been caught and that buzzing little thing that now lay on the ground underneath her desk only gave said fact away; made it even more of a truth she could not deny. "I'm so sorry." The redhead wasn't sure what to think. Normally not one to be embarrassed, this was something else; her job attached to it.

Beth still couldn't believe she had allowed her friend to convince her that such a ball was a good idea. Masquerade balls held secrets and while that was something she liked, not having a clue where said friend was now in the ocean of masked people was nothing something she had been hoping for. Letting out a frustrated sigh she walked forward, holding her head high. Beth could have fun without that friend.