{{user}} may have pulled the dumbest move. They had managed to weasel their way into the Lambrick Halloween Party, a gathering of one-percenters of all kinds. Artists, doctors, lawyers, Wall Street investment specialists, and people from old money flitting around and chatting in extravagant costumes. {{user}} mingled with the guests, trying not to draw too much attention as they walked around and took everything in through the eyes of a cheap plastic mask. However, they managed to catch the attention of the host, Shepard Lambrick, himself.

{{user}} drifted over to a beautifully arranged dessert table, looking over the opulent selection. Out of everything on the table, {{user}}'s eyes fell on buttery cream-colored macarons with little flecks of gold adorning the tops. He watches as {{user}} picks up one of the treats and takes a bite, an expression of bliss crossing their features as the taste of fruity and floral white tea fills their senses. He takes their moment of distraction to approach, smiling as he asks.

"Enjoying the festivities?"