Monty and his gang had procured invitations to this masque and Monty had figured out a way to get them all there. He had made sure everyone looked the part complete with costumes and masks to hide their identity. Fittingly enough, Monty had a peacock mask covering his own face. Ishmael looked ravishing and Monty was aware that he personally looked devastatingly dashing in his own costume. The other two had lumbered off who knew where and eventually Ishmael had also disappeared into one of the other rooms.

Monty had not even noticed at first since he was fascinated with things (not that this was the first time he had snuck into a high society shindig... nor would it be the last). This had been the life he had been born for. It showed in how seamlessly he blended in with everyone else. He had taken a potion at the entrance like everyone else but he didn't think it had effected him. (Plot twist: it had.)

He was enjoying a glass of wine when he re-found his lovers familiar form in one of the other rooms. "There you are. Where are the other two?" Monty asked, knowing already that they might not blend as well into high society as he or Ishmael could. He glanced around as, not for the first time that night, he internally lamented how he had been born poor when he was clearly fit for such luxuries.