<strong>Name:</strong>Chester William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Foyer, then Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen, Open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/4d/69/51/4d69511ee6d4578c7537017edf8d1276--victorian-steampunk-victorian-suit.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/3a/96/453a96300491beb4376bca4391987646.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/c6/e4/17/c6e417f57bbfbad77352d6b90dfe3484--mads-mikkelsen-beautiful-men.jpg)</div>To arrive with the flock was to arrive unnoticed, so Chester William chose to arrive slightly late and without anyone accompanying him. He first saw the foyer. It was immaculate. Despite the rambunctious party that was going to happen during the night, the host had gone to great lengths to make everything look as delicate and expertly placed as possible. It was gorgeous, for lack of a better word. Chester appreciated the foyer for a few more moments, to gather his thoughts more than anything.<br/><br/>Chester plucked at the strings holding on his mask, and moved his hair a little so they were covered. Tonight he would be walking into a room unknown. That was new. Usually is he walked into a banquet hall people would whisper, they would wonder why<em>he</em>of all people were at this fine establishment. Chester hardly said anything at those parties, but he wondered if this one would be the same? Would the mask create some sort of unseen wall between his identity and those speaking to him? Likely not. He didn't like to speak, even at the best of times, but perhaps his actions would speak louder than his words. Perhaps he would dance with someone pretty, be it man or woman. That was a possibility.<br/><br/>The illusive man took in a deep breath, then made a beeline for the ballroom. When he was greeted by the staff he nodded, hands clasped behind his back. The man looked to the expansive room, and nodded his silent approval. This truly was a palace. Absolutely stunning, not a fault in sight. The candles hardly flickered, there was nothing remotely close to a scratch on any surface, and everyone in attendance was having as much fun as one would expect. Possibly more.<br/><br/>Chester took a glass of champagne from a tray being walked around, and sipped at it. He watched everyone in the crowd from the sidelines, and pursed his lips. The man wondered if anyone here would recognize another, if that would create some sort of scandal. Chester certainly hoped so. He eyed a man passing him. His mask depicted that of a crow, and behind Chester's own dragon mask he cocked an eyebrow.