Vicent Frost

(The warm evening air flowed in through the large floor to ceiling windows, candles flickering every so often as the salty air helped cool the heat of the ballroom. Masked dancers swirled around the center of the room as other guests millled about gossiping or recovering from a dance. Long tables stood against a wall heavily laden with glittering rich decadent foods both saviory and sweet. No one had seen the host yet, guests entirely unaware that the darkly dressed guitarist was Rigo Frost.)