There was nothing in the world that could have prepared Elizabeth Midford for a moment like this.
The night had started off innocent, what with the noble basically clinging to the side of her fiancé, requesting every dance with him and him actually obliging to said requests, rather than turn them down as per say usual. It was wonderful, really, to receive so much attention from him, and she showed such gratitude with a smile, one she reserved especially for him. Then things turned especially better for the girl, when the pair had been requested for a 'game'. But, being as innocent as she was, she didn't expect that this game involved her being stuck in a closet with Ciel for a good seven minutes, being urged by their peers in order for them to do something intimate with one another.
Feeling embarrassed at the moment, Elizabeth decided the quicker they had gotten this thing done, the better. So, with hands outstretched in that never ending dark, she felt around for Ciel, soon getting a grasp of his shirt and pulling herself closer.
Having meant to go right in for a kiss, the Midford girl was shocked when she felt her lips press up against not those lips she had always dreamt about tasting, but rather, the boy's soft flesh. And once she realized she had just kissed his neck rather than his lips, the girl backed away and let out a distressed cry.
"C-Ciel I-I'm so-so sorry! I-I meant t-to kiss you; n-not y-y-your neck!"