It started with an invitation. What followed was a night of fantasy and my very own Prince Charming. It was supposed to be one night of fantasy, and a no strings attached sexual encounter. Months have passed and just the thought of my prince still heats my blood and makes my heart as well as other body parts thrum. I received another offer. One more night to reconnect and rekindle the connection with my prince. A night to engage in debauchery under the anonymity of masks. It's an offer I shouldn't accept, but can't refuse. This night isn’t about living out my fantasy, it’s about sharing me with others to live out his.