Lulu Planchette

The party is crowded and...unusual. The invitation didn't specify a masquerade and yet some guests are wearing masks...some are garbed in exquisite evening finery...others just look...wrong. A particularly vivacious group is gathered at a nearby table, seemingly surrounding and focused upon a beautiful women who sips a red liquid from a crystal snifter. She smiles and raises her glass, her crimson eyes locking on you Well, look at you, darlin'...