June 3, 2012
June 2, 2012
Conditions of Anonymity (Pt 2)
There was a man stationed just inside the entryway to the ballroom where the guests were gathered. He wore a mask, but it was a flat, uninteresting gray, and he was garbed in a red suit that seemed to indicate he was staff, not guest. He greeted me with a nod and extended a hand for mine—I let him take it, and we glided into the room, he leading me through a warm crowd of party-goers. They were all in masks all the same style and design, but in a myriad of colors. I saw silver, green, royal blue, all glittering and sparkling in the dim golden light shed from the chandeliers overhead. My mask was the only one with detail and accessory, and the same went for my outfit: all of the men wore simple, rich red fraternal robes, like monks.
June 1, 2012
Conditions of Anonymity (Pt 1)
The latest Hump Day Request story deals with more masquerade fun, hidden identities, and secrets revealed. Enjoy this brand-new story, my lovelies!
The address on the
little slip of paper in my hand belonged to an austere, officious sprawl of a
manor on the Gold Coast, a big, dark building of cool stone and creeping
ivy. I took a long moment to appreciate
it as I stepped out of the gleaming black limousine that had come out to my
humble apartment to fetch me: perhaps I should have known, given the invitation
I’d received to tonight’s event and the detailed instructions contained
within. This wasn’t going to be just any
old party.
Of course, no party is
any old part if I’m invited.
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