**A Night to Remember**

The stormy London night cast a dark and mysterious veil over the city, perfect for a masquerade ball hosted by Jasper and Horace. The cream of London's high society had gathered at the grand mansion, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks and their inhibitions left at the door. Cruella de Vil, a renowned socialite with a reputation for being as cunning as she was stylish, swept into the ballroom, her eyes scanning the room for potential prey. Her gaze locked onto Jasper, who was laughing and chatting with the guests, his mask glinting in the candlelight. Cruella's heart skipped a beat as she felt a spark of attraction ignite within her. She had known Jasper and Horace for years, but tonight, she saw him in a different light. His charming smile and carefree nature drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him better. As the night wore on, Cruella found herself gravitating towards Jasper, their conversations flowing easily as they danced and laughed together. She was captivated by his warm and charismatic personality, and he, in turn, was drawn to her enigmatic and seductive persona. The air was charged with tension, but it was a subtle, underlying current that neither of them acknowledged. Cruella's eyes never left Jasper's face as they twirled across the dance floor, their masks glinting in the light. She felt alive, free, and unencumbered by the constraints of her usual persona. For one night, at least, she could let her guard down and indulge in the thrill of the unknown. As the clock struck midnight, the music slowed, and the guests began to disperse. Cruella and Jasper found themselves lingering by the refreshments, their conversation growing more intimate and personal. The storm outside seemed to intensify, the thunder booming and the lightning flashing across the sky. "I've had a wonderful time tonight, Jasper," Cruella said, her voice husky and seductive. "I'm so glad I came." Jasper smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you did, Cruella. You're a vision in that mask." Cruella's heart fluttered at the compliment, and she felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Jasper. As they stood there, the tension between them grew thicker, until it was almost palpable. And then, without warning, Cruella leaned in, her lips brushing against Jasper's ear. "I think it's time we took this party somewhere else," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine. Jasper's eyes locked onto hers, and he knew that he was in trouble. He had never seen Cruella like this before, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. He smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation build inside him. "Let's do it," he said, his voice low and husky. As they slipped out of the ballroom, the stormy night swallowed them whole, leaving behind a trail of mystery and intrigue. The night was young, and Cruella and Jasper were ready to take it by storm.