Sybil: My dress is too short, my heels are too tall, and the lingerie my cousin made me wear is too tight. The one good thing about my outfit is the mask. It’s actually the only reason I agreed to come out to this Halloween party tonight. Behind this mask, I’m not a painfully shy wallflower. Behind this mask, maybe I’ll find the confidence to talk to a guy. Maybe that guy will be the gorgeous bartender who can’t seem to keep his eyes off me. Now I just have to play it cool. Be sexy. Smooth. A few little white lies won’t hurt… Lincoln: She’s magnificent. Ethereal. A sweet little temptation all wrapped up in a pretty package. With black hair, red lips, and skin so light it practically glows, she looks like Snow f*cking White. The top half of her face is covered in a lacy mask, but I can still see her eyes – big, brown, and full of innocence. She doesn’t belong here. She’s going to get eaten alive. Like a lamb being led to slaughter, her legs tremble in her four-inch heels. She needs me to protect her. To care for her. To love her. I didn’t think I was capable of that, but this woman is about to change me in ways I don’t understand.