Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Masquerade Ball

The Venetian palace was transformed into a masquerade ball of breathtaking opulence. Crystal chandeliers, gold leaf, and a sea of masks and gowns. My father Arthur arrived in a black domino mask and tuxedo, looking like a prince of darkness. I wore a silver gown and a feathered mask, anonymous among the crowd. But he found me. He always found me. In the shadows of the ballroom, behind the marble columns, we danced our own dance.