The Heiress's Masquerade (Clop, Fetish, Social, Anthro) {By invitation only}

Aura yawned quietly from where she was, and looked at Purse, before politely clearing her throat and saying. "I do hope you do not steal from me. I'm treated badly enough and would rather keep what little I have." She said in an even tone, looking down as she said it, like the thought pained her. She then twiddled her thumbs and smiled weakly, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "I hope you don't mind the question...but...Why was I invited? I'm nothing special, nor am I important enough to be noticed by any noble other than when they don't see me and bump into me..." She trailed off, frowning lightly. She felt a little braver now that the Heiress was not distracting her with those beautiful eyes and that gor-'No! Bad Aura! Stop it!'

"Oh I know, you keep everything in your hat, my dad told me." Purse said. She swept her own hat of her head and reached into it, pulling out a long, gold and black cane topped with a shimmering diamond. "And bob's your uncle; I like to copy the best tricks." She said with a grin.

"Also, I've been around you for more than ten minutes without you trying to tell me how much better you are than me, pay me for sex, tell me to kiss your ass or try and take over the world. Already I got no reason to rob you." She assured him as she leaned back. "Hey how long til we're at the castle anyway? Can't wait to see how many lying business ponies suck at liar's dice." She asked as she looked around the cabin.

"Is it me or are things getting a bit touchy feely in here?" She asked. She wasn't complaining, just curious.

The more Sugary listened in on the Heiress and watched her actions, the more he was puzzled about her ways. He might have been rather willing to come to the party, but he was not so dense as to not notice the general ambience. Here in this limousine alone were some fairly obvious mismatched characters, beings who felt like they were there and yet their life force felt off, as well seemingly average folk within the Guard from what he coud tell, while the Heiress herself seemed to have some unusual ideas for her own party. "... There is definitely more to this than meets the eye, I'm sure of it... But what...?"

The more he heard about Purse Cutter as well, the more inclined he was to recall what his old instructors told him about keeping a Monkeygrip on one's own gear... just in case. He'd worked alongside Thieves before, but better safe than sorry either way. But then there was also that which made him question why they were there even more so. He found it incredibly unorthodox that the main member of the party was being so social and open with a Thief, what seemed like a professional Gambler, and the others were still up for debate on what she might call them out for. Even he had to admit he was hardly average himself.

He had far too many questions brewing in his mind the more they talked. While keeping track of the real Heiress as best as he could, or rather, the one he thought was the real Heiress as, while his abilities might be considered extraordinary by some, her's were outright supernatural and hard to grasp, he'd try to address his concerns to her and the others. Lowering his now empty glass, he simply decided to look at the closest one of the from where he sat as soon as he got a chance to speak, whom sat next to Card. "... Miss- No... Madam... With all due respect, I need you to clear up some things with me. I am willing to offer all due apologies if my suspicions are wrong... First off, how can I know you are who you claim to be, and not a saboteur? Why are you asking guests to steal from others in your party? Why greet us here before we arrive? Your sudden company is not... unpleasant, but I find it... suspect."

[GM POST]

The doppelganger smiled, then snuggled into Silver's hug. "The blood goes to a public blood bank that I myself am not allowed to access to. I'd prefer if more ponies donated more blood, as I can't. I've tried quite a few times. The recipients of my blood now live in Castle Sol because it turned them into vampires." The original sighed as the doppelganger smiled and began to try to kiss Silver. "Doppelgangers are such simple magical constructs, I'm sorry if it's trying to get a bit too touchy. They tend to do odd things if you give them stimuli." The Heiress took a sip of her champagne, then set the glass down.

She suddenly appeared, sitting in Sugary's lap again, this time bringing herself down to eye level with the stallion "Sugary, I am the only Heiress Blood Moon, as my sisters, Full and Half, moved overseas, each with their own mission in mind. I am the only one who lives here. I know you're a professional and you're concerned and all, but I've been hosting parties like this for quite a long time, each and every time raising money to help flightless pegesai, earth ponies who can't walk, and unicorns who can't draw on their magic for even the most basic of tasks. Thieves add to the fun, as they get to practice their trade on the real money, rather than just petty thefts. Why greet you here before you arrive? To have some fun." She checked her watch as the limo came to a stop. "Right on time." The then appeared next to Aura.

"You don't seem like the most secure type." She grasped one of Aura's hands. "Please, walk with me, and everything will be fine, eyes will be on me and not you. Unless you want them on you."

Outside there was a path leading up to the door of Castle Sol, with all manner of ponies walking up to the door. They seemed to be from every walk of life. There were some ponies there who looked to work for the newspapers there as well.

"Besides Sugary, thieves are fun to play with." Purse assured him. "Just because I've got sticky fingers doesn't mean they need to be in your pockets... unless you want them there." Purse finished with a wink before she straightened up and hopped out of the limo carriage, tipping her hat in thanks to the ones pulling it before strolling to the edges of the town.

She idly wondered if any of the reporter types would actually recognise the philanthropist Purse Cutter from Canterlot but she didn't know; her mask covered a good deal of her face after all. Still she wouldn't need to be too worried about the rest of her party finding her, a thestral in a bright pink longcoat and a top hat of the same shocking pink tended to stick out just a little bit.

"Sorry, clumsy me." She apologised to a noble couple as she bumped into them; when the two walked off in a huff she briefly flashed the golden pocket watch she had snatched at the heiress with a mischievous grin. Evidently Purse didn't believe in filing her fangs down either.

Arianwyn was on the large sofa in Castle Sol, covered in body paint and wearing no clothing at all except for the very tight bikini panties, nipple tape and a mask. The whole left side of her body was covered in white paint, including left half of the mask and her panties, while the whole right side was covered in sky blue paint and the nipple tape was black and in shape of an X. While her fur was covered in body paint, her mane was barely touched apart from green highlights. Her breasts are medium-sized, not too big, not too small, and the same goes for her butt. She was drinking some red wine, chilling, when she suddenly saw the limo carriage stop at the gate to the yard. "Ah, so they arrived..." she checked the clock "..and right on time." She added and giggled, looking around her to see if there's anyone who would be willing to engage in a conversation with her before Heiress arrives. "And I must say..." she quietly began talking with herself "...this place is rather warm..." and giggled at some naughty thoughts.

Silver gives the doppelganger a quick kiss on the cheek before she reaches up to her horn, making it glow briefly, and then using the fingers she used to touch the horn to make a motion on her chin like she was drawing something, and the doppelganger finds itself unable to touch her face. "A simple runewrit Viridian gave me," she says by way of explanation to Blood Moon. "Creates a harmless barrier to constructs that aren't actively malicious, which your doppelganger certainly isn't." She keeps the construct lightly hugged even as she keeps her attention on the real heiress.

"So then you're a vampire," she says after a moment of contemplation. "That is fascinating, interesting, and regretful. The first two because you're exceptionally ordinary for your kind's reputation, and the last because if I'd anticipated this, I could have brought a pad of paper and told my sister that I'd had a nice interview with the vampire." She giggles. "Viridian would have gone crazy to read it, and then doused me out of annoyance that it was blank and I'd pranked her. Scarlet would have then declared me her favorite sister in the world, and that's always nice to hear from family."

She watches Blood Moon scoot over to sit on Sugary's lap and listened to what she said to the unicorn. "Flightless pegasi, crippled earth ponies, and unicorns with acute persistant magitosis..." she remarks as the limo comes to a stop and they disembark. When all have filed out of the car, she gently pushes the doppelganger aside and steps closer to Blood Moon, making sure to end up on the side furthest from Aura so the clearly tentative pony doesn't feel crowded. "You have lofty and noble ambitions, your grace, for each condition strikes at the very core of each race's identity and most basic abilities," she says after a moment. "As I'm sure you know well, such things are very much a concern of my eldest sister as well, and I suspect that influenced your invitation to me. Perhaps at some point, I could tell you of some of the work Viridian is doing with a delightful specialist named Ratchet Limb on prosthetic and magitechnical treatments of the afflictions that concern you. I'd like to think that such a conversation would please you, knowing that your appropriation of wealth not rightfully your own is indeed helping."

Aura watched as the Heiress teased Sugary and tried to tease Silver, but then watched as Moon vanished after checking her watch. She opened her mouth to say something only to flinch as the Heiress appeared right next to her and took her hand, her face turning a dark shade of green. She had let the Vampony drag her out of the limo only to grip her hand hard as she saw all the ponies around then, and immediately combed her mane back self-consciously, her blush deepening, even if it was slightly hidden by her mask, it was visible. "No...I-I'd rather not be stared at too much..." She squeaked out, then shut her mouth and followed Moon in embarrassed, blushing silence. She looked down at her dress and it's radiant, pristine whiteness, and then remembered her mane and the trim were a shiny, metallic silver. 'I think I'll be noticed regardless of what I want or hope for...' She thought to herself, sighing and tightening her grip on the Heiress's hand, as if that comforted her a little.

Blade was somewhat surprised that there was a chance to get some easy overtime. He was not a noble or a pony with a lot of money. He was just a simple guard. It was a formal occasion that benefitted the less able and it hired guards from time to time just for show. They would be able to wear formal attire to fit in the crowd or simply wear a mask with their armor. The stallion decided not to turn down the chance at wearing his tuxedo, which had gone without use for a long time now. During his break, he had gotten a simple lion's mask from the costume shop nearby and give him the mask he needed for the masquerade. His tuxedo was the standard black and the vest underneath being a dark red with a his white long-sleeve shirt underneath, a dark red tie separating the vest and the shirt. His mane had been swept to the side though it would be hidden by the lion mask he wore. It was pretty simple and cheap looking and covered most of his face, stopping just above his mouth. The mask had the mane of the lion.

He had wandered around for a bit and like he expected, nothing violent happened. The stallion noticed the guest that had been told that would arrive and noticed a mare that sat on a couch all alone. She seemed to be talking to herself and after a quick struggle in if he should actually speak to her, he responded a few moments late. "You could go outside if you wanted. I think there's a nice breeze out there." He said as he leaned stood to the side of the couch, glancing over the mare. His head turned away as he noticed her revealing attire, not having seen it from behind the couch. He seemed to be fairly uneasy now and had sat down on the edge of the couch, his back facing away from Arianwyn.

The Heiress led Aura out of the limo carriage. She acted as a sort of shield between the press ponies and the changeling. There were a great many questions about if the Heiress was taking a suitor this year, and many more to Aura if she was to be the Heiress's suitor. She turned to Aura and said "Don't answer their questions." In her rush though, she bumped into a pony who was heading inside, a couple to be exact.

In the end, all Sugary could do was to wait out and confirm the Heiress' claims in due time. It was just a matter of giving credit where it was due when the time came, for if she was who she was, then he already liked her eccentric attitude quite a lot... He also rather liked her sitting on his lap again in barely a blink as she addressed him, this time giving him a better view of her unusual gaze as she purposely kept eye contact.

Before he got off the limo, he would look straight at Purse with an arched and amused brow from behind the mask as she flirted with him with an all too familiar yet still ever raunchy line based on her apparent skills... Skills he would confirm for himself as he saw her commit a textbook style of Thievery as he followed the others out and onto the crowd towards the castle gates. He almost considered calling her out on it due to old habits, but even he acknowledged her hands were very swift. For all he knew, she could just as easily place what she stole in someone else's pockets if caught. "... No restraint whatsoever... I'd better watch my pockets well... lest she steal my heart through them!" He chuckled, as knew better than to fall for quick charms, but they were still charms nonetheless, and knew he could still fall for them. Entertaining the thought while seeing Aura getting moved along by the Heiress, he continued towards the castle to see what awaited inside...

The Heiress's little impediment gave a small "oof" as she collided with it, and the demon-faced pony in robes, presumably female, slowly turned to face her, patting her partner's shoulder as she did so; a simple, gentle poking with one finger was all it typically took to get the taller partner's attention, after all. The pony in red, with flowers dyed along her shoulders and hip, seemed a little miffed at the pony standing a foot and a half over her head. Especially since the very short, flat-chested pony was forced to stare up past two very conspicuous mounds of flesh just to meet the noblepony's eyes.
The yellow-eyed demon, however, continued to face her assailant, fixing her with a glare that had cowed bears, dragons, and even the occasional angelic bunny, and tried very hard not to speak because the thoughts going through her head went along the lines of you just interrupted me while I was telling my boygirlfriend how much I like the cute little sounds heshe makes while heshe is asleep. There is no greater crime in this world, not between two creatures. You are so damn lucky I don't want to upset himher with an argument before we even get into the ball.

Feeling that her eyes had sent quite a good enough message, she began to turn back towards her partner, her gaze softening as it fell on the other extremely tall, well-built pony. Well, not quite a pony, but it was close enough to a pony.

Arianwyn giggles at Blade's reaction. "Sure, I could go outside, but it's so much warmer and nicer in here... And don't worry, you can look~" she said before putting her wine on a nearby coffee table and then leaning closer to Blade. "So.. what's your name, handsome?~" she asked and released another giggle.

Wild Card idly thought to himself about all that was said to him, the stipend which he really didn't need but one of him wanted, and the thestral informing him she knew where he kept his things and even complimenting him on it by mentioning her copying the "best tricks". After that, he smiled happily and exited the limousine, just in time to see the thestral mare bump into the rich looking couple and then flash something to the Heiress.

'Wow, quick finger work there.' 'Yeah, got to keep an eye on her at all times methinks... possibly for more reasons than one.' Wild thought, looking around and seeing all had basically started walking to the castle with others. Shrugging at the circumstances, the stallion walked at a calm pace to catch up to the thestral mare, not only because he was curious about the whole Hoodwink deal, but also because of the way she had dressed. No dress, just a suit. This sparked off good vibes with Wild as he walked up to her.

"So, Miss Hoodwink. Wow it's odd to say 'Miss' in front of that name, anyway, I genuinely am curious about you." The pegasus said conversationally. "I mean, you said you're the daughter of Hoodwink, the original one, and that little bit of thievery makes me believe that even more-so." He casually stated, chuckling a bit afterwards. "I bet you're fun to play cards with, but really I just wish to know a bit more about the daughter of Hoodwink; never expected that guy to get tied down and have a child, really." Wild added in the little bit at the end mostly to himself but also loud enough for Purse to hear him as he placed his cane on the floor every other step.

Aura had blushed deeply as the press ponies had started questioning her, and clamped her mouth shut, pulling her floor-length sleeves up so they'd not be trampled by the ponies around her and the Heiress. She nodded to Moon slowly as she spoke to the love bug, and gripped her hand a little tighter. As they eventually got past, she asked the Heiress a simple question. "Where's the bar? I think I'm going to need a drink." She grumbled softly, putting a hand to her forehead, as if she had a headache. She shook her head and smiled. "Er, thanks, I guess." She mumbled, and tried to release the other mare's hand, blush deepening a little. "I guess I'll see you later?" She asked softly, looking at her a little hopefully, like she wanted another chance to talk with her. 'And she never answered my question...'

"You'd be right. He never did." Purse Cutter confirmed for Wild with a cryptic grin. "After all, the grand, notorious, dashing Hoodwink settling down and limiting himself to one mare. Why mares all over the land would have their hearts broken! Or in my dad's mind they would anyway." She added with a giggle, covering her mouth to not draw too much attention.

She stretched an arm out as Sugary walked in and tugged him toward them, surprisingly strong for such a small mare. "Hey Sugary, Wild was just saying how he wants to know more about me. Lesson one: check your pockets before and after talking to me." She said as, with a smirk, she reached into Sugary's pockets and pulled out the very same pocket watch she had stolen from the noble couple.

"But what did you want to know? Specifically I mean." Purse asked Wild as she reached to her side and plucked a wine bottle and three glasses off of a passing waiter without even looking.

Wild Card gave a look of confusion to Purse as she mentioned Hoodwink never actually having a child. "Then how- oh, I see. Well, that's kind of heartwarming to hear, really." He replied, laughing lightly afterwards. "And that does seem like the old Hoodwink's way of thinking. Being around nobles made me pick up a lot on his general attitudes, plus I'm rather flattered he saw me as important enough to tell you where my belongings are." Wild raised a hand to his chest in a joking manner and smiled at Purse.

Wild continued watching the thestral in slight awe as she obtained the wine bottle and three glasses, before raising his hand politely. "No thanks, well, not right now. Blood donation and all. Anyway, as for what I wish to know..." He said, thinking to himself for a few seconds. "Well where to start. I suppose asking your proper name is out of the question, so I'll have to settle with asking about how long you've been the daughter of Hoodwink, and as a side note where you got that hat from. Not very often top hats are made with these enchantments. They're usually saved up for bags or some other similar thing."

"Why would asking my proper name be out of the question?" Purse asked as she poured herself a glass of wine, pouring one for Sugary and slipping the spare glass back onto a passing waiter's platter as easily as she had swiped them to begin with. "Purse Cutter." She said, doing a mock curtsy even though she wasn't wearing a dress.

"As for my hat... honestly the idea came from hearing about yours from my dad. He said it was one of the most weird and unconventional means of theft prevention he'd ever known." She said, taking a sip of her wine. "So much I decided it would also be ideal for not letting people see when I'm carrying my gear with me, so I commissioned one from the Canterlot court unicorns; took them a while but they eventually got it down, I can store enough in here to fill your average shipping container and then some." She said, tapping the hat with her cane.

She turned to Sugary. "And meanwhile the mercenary doesn't seem too comfortable with thieves. Come on Sugary, I don't bite much." She promised with a smirk. "Loosen up, have a little fun and don't stop watching your pockets." She added with a giggle.

Sugary was mostly focused on trying to see visible or noticeable proof of the Heiress' claim to ownership. He saw the photographers to be sure, but nothing more solid beyond that. He was perhaps a bit too foused on the effort that by the time he noticed Purse's arm, he moved it in thinking she was actually gonna try to steal from him, but was quite surprised to see she was literally stealing him instead as she grabbed the arm instead. He promptly neighed increduously while holding onto his hat. "Is she for real!?!?"

So unexpected was the body grab that he reacted too slowly when she actually placed her hand in his pocket to grasp her wrist, but was even more stunned as he thought she was actually gonna try and take a different kind of treasure as she stated earlier, making him think she was dead serious about her flirting, only to find she actually placed and took the watch instantly. He barely felt she was ever there, but was still left with a light blush with her forwardness as he knew she still went for it. "... Was all that necessary...?"

While both Card and Purse were alright with them sharing their names, he would choose to keep his name to himself still as he stood near them; It was a Masquerade after all. He also struggled each and every time Purse took something near him to NOT put her in a submission hold due to old habits while keeping his arms to his sides, lest she actually try to steal from him. Her antics were both fascinating and frustrating to witness.

He didn't particularly seemed too surprised about Purse having a magical hat, instead, he was more focused on her in general as she offered him wine, but did not accept this time as he replied in a soft voice. "Sorry, but I'll pass... And after working with and against Thieves in my own time, I think I have every good reason not to trust you... yet. Also, if you really want to talk with me, could you at least keep your hands restrained? It's... irksome..." He really had no way to say it without sounding a bit blunt on the matter.

"Aww, but I'm really good with my hands." That innuendo was obvious, even for her, so she took a sip of wine to let it hang before moving on. "Okay fine; you have my word that my hands won't go anywhere on your person without permission. Okay?" She checked; it was a little hard to tell sincerity with masks on but Purse's eyes at the very least seemed to be sincere. The rest of her face though was a whole different story.

She shrugged and quickly drained Sugary's glass for herself. "I always feel odd at these things I admit. I'm used to being the only one in a mask." She remarked as she looked around. And am I the only one who finds the animal masks... creepy?" She asked as she watched a pony walk past with a mask that depicted five hydra heads bunched together. "Could've lived without seeing that."

The inside of Castle Sol was magnificent and beautiful. They had just passed through the foyer, past the ponies paying to get in, then into the main hall, where most of the guests were. There were plenty of gold pins around. Off to the side, there was a hallway with a sign labeled 'Cards and Games' Another sign pointed straight ahead into a different hallway, with a sign labeled 'Bedrooms', a sign to the left said 'Ballroom' and a strange sign in front of a door off to the side labeled 'Warning: Trained Tatzelwurm beyond this point. You were warned.' There was a bar near the entrance to the ballroom. Many manner of ponies, changelings, and even a few griffons were mingling about. The sound of music, specifically that of a string quartet, were coming from the ballroom. Of note was a lack of a portrait of the Heiress. Every single one seemed to be of her family members, but not her.

The Heiress led Aura over to the bar, then said "Two glasses of Calaways, the 842 AL." She turned to Aura. "Finest wines, this old place came with some benefits. You wanted alcohol? I give only the best." She said as the bartender handed her the bottle and two wine glasses. She filled a glass and handed it to Aura, then filled one for herself. "Careful, this stuff may be good, but it packs enough of a wallop to knock me flat. Still the best I've had."

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The doppelganger snuggled Silver and cooed softly. It didn't seem to do much, nor did it seem to have much of ability to think for itself. It seemed to cling to her as if it was now lost, as the Heiress wasn't controlling it. It wasn't wearing a mask and looked at her with its blank, yet hurt, eyes. It seemed hurt at Silver using the rune on it, and really was in all reality, harmless.

Aura followed the Heiress silently, then grinned softly as she was given a glass of wine. "Ah, thank you, Heiress." She held the glass up in both thanks and as a mock toast before sipping down most of the glass, smacking her lips lightly afterwards. "Hmm..." She seemed to think, but then her face flushed green and she shook her head, noting half the wine in her glass was gone. "Jeez, you were not kidding...That is strong." She mumbled, blinking rapidly and then taking a deep breath and sipping the rest slower, savoring the taste this time, and she set down the empty glass. "That should be all the alcohol I need to stay calm." She grinned, then looked at the Heiress. "You never did answer my question, M'lady. Why did I of all ponies receive an invitation. I'm not special. I'm not well known. I'm treated like trash. Why would I be noticed by one of your stature?" She asked boldly, looking at the Heiress silently after she spoke, a small smile on her face. "No offense to you, but nobles in particular are complete and utter pieces of shit when it involves the common pony, especially if they aren't even ponies. Like me..." She rolled her eyes and looked back to Moon, waiting for an answer. "Also, the wine is great, dear Heiress." She grinned and toasted lightly, seeming completely unaffected by the strength of the wine.

Wild Card outwardly laughed at the innuendo Purse had said, smiling widely afterwards at both the thestral and the unicorn. "You know if I hadn't already seen you take that watch, Purse, I would have requested a little show of how good you really are with your hands." He replied jokingly to Purse. 'You always have to do that.' 'Do what?' 'Use my voice.' Wild thought. "Obviously it would be up to you if said request would be accepted." The stallion added lightheartedly.

Just before entering the Castle, Wild spotted the blood donation area and shrugged. "The animal masks are odd I must say." He said in idle agreement to Purse, looking at the hydra mask and raising an eyebrow behind his own mask. "Anyway, I'll be off donating blood, shouldn't take much more than a minute or two. I'll leave you two to chat but still would like to get to know you better, Miss Hoodwink." With that he lifted the thestral's hand to his lips and kissed it softly, before giving a small wink to her and heading off to the donation area, taking off his jacket and rolling up his left sleeve in preparation.

Arianwyn releases another chuckle at Blade's quiet reaction before she stood up, came in front of him and sat down in his lap sideways, pressing one of her breasts against Blade's tuxedo and placing one of her hands on his cheek before giving him a kiss on the opposite cheek. "A little nervous, aren't we?~" she teasingly asked and giggled before nuzzling him. "No need to be shy~ This is a party after all~" she continued teasing.

The Heiress took a sip of her wine. "Well, I've known you for a little while. Saw you treated like dirt. I knew your mother before she became a paranoid and hateful mess. Shame." She took another sip of wine. "I....I was only able to track you down of recent. I have a proposition, but I can't tell you out here. Let's go somewhere more, private." She said as she put a hand around Aura's waist and began to walk the changeling to one of the bedrooms. She opened the door, and walked inside with Aura. She set their wine glasses on the table, near the middle of the room. At the back was a fairly large bed with plenty of pillows, to the left of the table was a couch that looked very comfortable, an alcove near the couch with a restroom in it. Over to the right of the bed was a shower/bath combo. She removed Aura's mask and her own mask, revealing her eyes to have black sclera and red irises.

Heiress Blood Moon sat on the bed, pulling Aura onto her lap. "Mmm... You must be hot in that dress, let's get that off..." she said as she began to feel up Aura, running her hands up the changeling's legs, then up her abdominal region, to Aura's breasts, where she fondled and played lightly for a bit, then she started removing Aura's dress. Gently, as to not damage it. She leaned in and kissed Aura's neck lightly.

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The partner of the small 'demon' that the Heiress ran into looked down at him. She herself was almost as tall as the Heiress, wearing a light blue qipao, gigantic wizard-looking hat, and makeup in the form of a mask. "Kami, don't be angry. Her nerves don't quite work all the time." She quickly moved Momus's mask and kissed him, then they both got to the foyer, where she placed a bag of 140 bits in front of the vampire attendant, who gave her a room key. She looked around. "What shall we do first?"