One of the dancers then approached him with a grace that seemed to defy gravity.
With gentle hands, he adorned Yves with ornaments and a face veil, his touch sending shivers down the Omega's spine.
"Yes. This is the only costume left. Mr. Narin usually brought his own though." the dancer explained in a hushed tone, his voice a mere whisper in the air thick with anticipation. "You will be performing later in the closing session, after our performance, a special kind of session."
Alone in the hushed confines of the changing room, Yves found himself transfixed by the reflection staring back at him from the mirror.
The image before him seemed almost surreal, a distortion of the familiar that sent a shiver down his spine.
He couldn't deny the unease creeping into his heart, the sense of dislocation that gnawed at his senses.
For a moment, he felt as though he were staring into the depths of a stranger's soul, lost in a maze of uncertainty.