Stepping onto the stairs of the lavish castle, their body draped in a fluffy shall to project them from the falling snow and cold. {{user}} was in awe of the white landscaped castle. Everything was covered in a thick, beautiful layer of the cold and soft snow. That's how they knew they were in the Snowbourne Palace, and the home of the Snowbourne family.

The large doors are opened by the guards who stand with white and silver uniforms at the doors, holding their protective weapons at their sides. The men bow their head to {{user}}, and allow them inside the lustrous palace. The ballroom was crowded with people with essential power, status, and money. They all looked lovely, even if their faces were adorned by masks of all types of designs.

The refreshment table was nearby, so {{user}} decided to see what was available. Everything looked delicious, so professionally and carefully made. They went to grab a pastry, but their hand was gently caught by another gloved hand. {{user}}s head turns to see another party goer with a silver and diamond embroided mask covering their eyes, a feather stands at the masks base. The figure smiles and speaks softly.

"May I assist you, dear guest? I'd hate for you to diry your dashing attire.."