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Tess hated to admit but the magic of the evening had gotten to her. Costumes, gowns and balls were a terrible weakness of her, and the more the ballroom filled with guests, the stronger that weakness became. If someone paid closed attention, they might even catch her smiling. For one night, perhaps she could forget about her mother’s plan, her schemes and all the danger that followed, and simply enjoy the night. Even if there was no one by her side, not a submissive to call her own, she could still savor some of the magic of the magic in the air. 

She had a glass of champagne on her hand while she admired the view from the balcony, enchanted by the way the garden looked under the moonlight. As much as she loved her apartment, Tess felt the strongest of urges of having one of those all for herself and her partner, should she ever be so lucky to actually have one. Her rare  moment of peace was broken when someone approached her — any other night, her nerves would get the better of her, and she would make sure they paid for the intrusion, but not this time. Very few things could ruined that night. “Beautiful, isn’t?” the Domme spoke before they could, “such a shame it can’t always look like this." If it did, maybe she could actually learn to like this place. 

“Oh, come on,” the submissive cajoled as she neared the carrriage. “It looks like so much fun! Would you really make me take a carriage ride by myself?” The look Camille threw over her should was equal parts pleading and pouting. “It’ll be nice and quiet, and we’ll be able to see the stars,” she added before looking back at the carriage. Going alone sounded far too lonely. Looking back at the other person, Camille let out a sigh. “It’ll be nice and relaxing,” she promised.

Andrei slipped into the balcony with a glass of scotch on the rocks on his hand and a sigh on his lips. He has never been one for parties. Costume parties even less so. But Andrei also knew that if he missed this party, he would deeply regret it. Especially if it’s the only thing people would care to talk about withing the next few days. Besides, he heard about the game in the woods. He definitely planned on joining that.

In complete honesty, having the whip at her side and the sword strapped to her back Wonder Woman-style really did wonders for her mood and her confidence. Neve was usually conservative in her clothing by choice, and as she’d been forced to acknowledge recently, she’d yet to find that sweet spot of confidence that would allow her to wear more revealing items without feeling like a toddler trying out mummy’s shoes. But being armed, even under the auspices of a costume? That seemed to do the trick. She’d have to remember that for later, she thought, as she slipped in and out of the crowds. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she knew she ought to be keeping her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. No mean feat given that this whole festive gathering was out of the ordinary by her standards. Maybe it was time to start chatting people up, see if she could get a lead. “You ever been to one of these parties before?” she asked blithely, directing the question to the person next to her at the buffet, keeping her hands busy by slowly loading a plate up with hors d’oeuvres.

Jayden didn’t mind participating in the maze, mainly because he liked being around the other dominants. He had been getting to know the different subs around too so, he also didn’t mind getting to know them as well. He was glad that he decided to wear shorts though instead of tights with his costume, because it was pretty warm out and he definitely didn’t need to suffer from a heat stroke. That wouldn’t be good for him or the dominants or subs that found him.

He’s trying to decide what he should be doing when he’s found. Though when he sees a bench, he heads over to it sitting down as he eyes the area that he’s in. On the other side him next to the maze there was just some toys that someone had laid out for bdsm related things and he couldn’t help but smirk. Guess he was in the right place. 

Rosewood Event #1 - Viktor Valentina as Baba Yaga

She had seen an argument breaking and pushed her way through the crowd as discreetly as possible. She placed a hand on the sub’s shoulder and gave a warm smile, but her eyes cut through the other quickly. This was not the place or time to start a fight. “Come on, let’s get you two away from each other for a bit. Maybe the rest of the party.” She nodded, “you’re Zazie, right?” Svala turned them back towards the way she had come, “I’ve seen you around some. I’m Svala. Probably best you stay away from that one just for the event. After you can do what you want with them.”

Talon looked around his room before he walked out of the door. His bags were still packed, as he arrived a few hours before. Talon has never been big on huge events like this, but it seems like a good way to meet people here. Talons ex loved Disney movies, so he has seen just about all of them. One of her favorites was Beauty and the Beast. She hated Gaston with every fiiber of her being, so that’s exactly who he decided to dress as. He got a replica from the live action, down to the wig. He can’t imagine the wig will stay on for long, but for now he will try to stay in character.