Masquerade, Who Lies Beneath? » Places

         Upon the notice of her arrival Amena awaited for the servant to help her from the Chariot. Ever so swiftly the chariot door opened and a rather tall individual with stunning blonde hair and blue eyes stood with his palm stretched out to her as he bowed awaiting her approval. Smirking Amena gracefully touched his palm as she slowly removed herself from the carriage and onto the walkway.

"Thank you, kind sir. What is your name?" said Amena in a voice that was rather faint.
"Err William, Lady Ambrose. William Shire" replied the servant as he gently wrapped his arm around hers and led her to the masquerade.

He wore a black suit with a red bow near his collar, his blonde hair was slicked back and hanging from his pocket was his masquerade mask. Although he was a servant, no doubt to whomever was throwing the gathering he was a rather well kept and charming young man.

"Well, William Shire. I thank you for your chivalry. It is not usual that I am embraced by a man with experience within his field and for that I thank you again." Gently removing her arm from his, Amena held her swan mask above her face and walked into the entrance where she was greeted by another servant whom offered wine to which she could not simply deny.

There was a crowd gathered around the center of the floor, laughter was heard through the air as the women danced with the men. Some were cautious of their surroundings while others were not far from engaging in sexual acts within that very moment. She couldn't help but smile, it would be a pleasant evening and she would make sure of it.