tragic_mask | Le Masquerade

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The ballroom itself is a burst of dazzling light. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling are two gold-wrought chandeliers, both of which glow brightly over the occasion, and tall lanterns shine throughout the room.

The grand staircase descends with a flourish and opens onto the main ballroom. A balcony, which providing a clear view of the goings-on below, runs all the way around the edge of the room. It can be reached via any of the four spiral staircases in each corner of the ballroom.

Below, the wooden dance floor flickers gently in the light from above, and musicians in the side room play soft, classical music. Meg Giry, the dance mistress for tonight, is on the floor with a microphone in hand.

A low, wooden bar in the corner provides hors d’oeuvres and drinks to revelers; small tables for two sprinkle the area.

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She nods. "I rarely have time or reason to dance, myself. But my father insisted I learn, and it is fun."

It would come in handy on a mission, he'd warned her. So she'd learned by watching him and her mother dance, and then dancing with him. She's become quite good at it, over the years.

"It has its moments", he agrees placidly, swinging her round the floor.

She laughs as they twirl about, slipping back into herself while she concentrates on the steps.

"And this is definitely one of them, I assure you." At least, for her it is.

"Good to hear."

He chuckles as they dance.

"I'm glad you think so." Step, twirl, step.

"You're rather good at this, I must say."

"I'm very old", he tells her seriously. "Though these dances aren't the ones I know best."

"You certainly don't appear old." From what isn't covered by his mask, at least.

"Though appearances can be deceiving, especially on a night like this one." No one is who they seem.

"They can that. Be wary, tonight... but not too much so."

"For that might spoil the fun, and would be a shame. But I certainly will watch out for myself."

"As you should."

He grins.

She smiles back at him, unseen behind her mask.

"I will keep that in mind throughout the evening. As I trust you will?"

"Of course. I usually do."

She inclines her head towards him, since he cannot see her pleased smile. "I am glad to hear that."

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