Orlando looked around the room. He played a game each Walpurgis, one he had played every year for as long as he could remember; how long can he go before someone realizes he is not aware of what they were actually saying. He had to squint through his mask to try and make out what people were saying behind masks that seemed to almost always hide their lips,. A nod here, a shocked expression there, it was all it really took to keep most people stringing along. Maybe it was the drink he had had already or maybe it was tedium at being stuck in an event like this again, but he didn’t really feel up to his game. He really only had two options, it was feigning being interested in any conversation he’d found himself trapped in, giving nods of his fully masked face here and there where it seemed appropriate or dancing. He could feel the rhythm of the music, it was playing in his veins. So he bowed down and with a flourish of his hand asked for a dance of the passerby, this he could do.