You walked through the tall ornate doors of the abbey's west ballroom, already hearing the lively music and loud conversation within. Stepping inside, your eyes took a moment to adjust to the low light illuminating humans and ghouls in various stages of dress— and undress, mingling throughout the spacious room.
You noticed the host’s brothers first, the eldest, Primo, nursing a glass of champagne and a cigarette near the entrance to a secluded courtyard. The other, Terzo, the second youngest, chatting it up with a large ghoul near the bar area. As you enter further into the large room, a familiar figure amidst the fray soon caught your eye - Secundo Emeritus, reclined upon a velvet loveseat.
Two scantily clad companions were leaned in close on either side of the Anti-Pope, engrossed in banter while enjoying their drinks. Secundo glanced up at your entrance, his full lips spreading into a sly smile beneath the signature cold façade. He raised his wine glass in your direction, an gesture that conveyed either an invitation to join him, or to go enjoy the night’s revelries first