The sun has disappeared, with the moon taking its place in the night sky. Stars sprinkled across the sky shining down below. The perfect night for a masquerade. Women with silk sparkling dresses and diamonds drizzled onto the skin. The stupendous masks layered with deep rubies, youthful emeralds, and shining feathers. Glimmering chandeliers glowing in the dimmed light. Music from instruments fill the space as the couplets waltz through the night.

"And, After all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade" - Lord Byron