The door opens into an open room, full of men and women, all wearing masks – huddled around tables. You realize slowly you’re at a casino, as you see women leaning over tables, throwing dice, hearing mask-muffled cheers. This is not at all where you thought you’d be.
You wander in, looking from table to table. Women wearing rabbit masks walk through with drinks and each drink has a long straw, the better to sip it with from underneath your mask. Foxes in tuxedos stand behind each table, dealing cards. All the male guests are wearing tuxedos too, and the women are all as dressed up as you are. Everyone’s masks are almost as fine as yours, feathers streaming, horns curved on display. Those who see you looking at them nod, and you wonder if they know who you are, or are merely being polite.
