<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/plOXftgUj)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Dalgliesh<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Arrival at the party.<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black asymmetrical dress (https://imageshack.com/a/img921/6710/55wDPg.jpg), black pumps, stockings, necklace (https://imageshack.com/a/img924/1483/xogsIp.jpg), mask. (https://imageshack.com/a/img922/4672/xnOFmQ.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Headley, Henry, or ?  OPEN!<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> <em>We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.</em> - Joseph Campbell <br/></span><hr/>Sarah donned her mask when the town-car pulled up to the front of the  elegant mansion.  She took a moment to breathe and calm herself, then accepted the hand of the driver and exited the vehicle with a smile and a “Thank you” for the young man.<br/><br/>She walked into the entryway, finding herself greeted by music and well, revelry?  Definitely not a large room full of naked masked people having sex, which was a relief and made her chuckle.   The hem of her dress moved softly as she joined the party, accentuating her long legs.  Sarah took an offered glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray and headed towards the bar area.<br/><br/>She took up a spot near the bar itself, turning her back to the polished wood in favour of taking in the other attendees.  She did wonder if she was the only first timer here, but supposed it didn’t really matter; all the guests would have received the same sort of invitation and the reputation of this event left no doubt about the adult nature of the soirée.<br/><br/>The brunette slowly scanned the room, noting the variety of masks, the different styles and tastes evident in the clothing, and the men.  Oh, yes.  The men.