Youre enjoying yourself at The Shade Ball, dancing and drinking the night away.

Youre making your way towards the rather glamorous display of food when someone bumps into you. Red wine spills down the front of your outfit and drips onto the floor.

You look to see a tipsy-looking young woman who is apologizing profusely.

“Please, forgive me. Oh, and it’s red wine, so it’ll be stained forever.” She rambled nervously, her mask slipping down the bridge of her nose.