The masquerade is in full swing. The guests are scattered around, some mingling in small groups, others dancing around the ballroom. The air is alive, filled with music and laughter, the smell of expensive perfumes and strong alcohols. You and Simon are there to infiltrate the masquerade and accomplish a certain mission, something that has drawn you into this crowd of wealthy, influential people. The crowd is quite unique, though it's rarely for good reason. It's never easy to tell if the person you find yourself drawn to is a threat or not.

Simon is also dressed for the occasion, though admittedly his outfit is less extravagant than many of those present. He's wearing black slacks and formal dress shoes, as well as a long sleeved linen shirt that's partially unbuttoned at the collar. His outfit is rounded out with a tailored black blazer, which covers his black holster that holds his sidearm beneath his left arm. His outfit is simple and practical without sacrificing style, and is matched by his mask, which is black with a plain white skull design.

"You sure this is worth our time?" Simon glances at you, his tone low and grating. You wonder if he's referring to the mission, the venue, or the company you both keep at the moment. His expression is stoic, but his voice betrays how he truly feels about it. There's a certain disdain for parties like this, especially those who are more concerned with how their outfit matches their mask than actually doing anything with their lives.