The flame of candles mirrored the flame newly sprung in her heart. A fire that burned, a desire that threatened to consume her. Shadows danced across her teacher's double face. The play of light swam across the sculpted muscles and artful contours of his fine porcelain mask. On his arm, the mask had been repeated in cool blue ink, by a skilled hand. The image taught her the mask this man wore was not only worn on his face, but was imprinted on his very soul. All the more she longed to touch it, feel the warmth that must be there. She stepped closer, helpless under his gaze...