Remiel simply could not pass up an invitation by the lovely Marguerite.  Arriving on the grounds in a vintage tuxedo, complete with spats, white gloves, a Victorian frock coat, and a top hat (http://www.vintagecostumers.com/formalwearmens/formalwearm08.jpg) (ya<em>gots</em>ta have a top hat!) and bearing, as his housewarming present, a tray of vol-au-vents (he had no idea what the hell a vol-au-vent was, but he brought them anyway):<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://img28.imageshack.us/img28/1331/voll.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Vol au vent.  A light, buttery French pastry stuffed with sauteéd chicken, oregano, melted Swiss and parmesan cheese, mushrooms, and broccoli </span></div><br/>He tucks his cane under his arm, rolled the hat from his head with a deft flick of his wrist, and leaned down to kiss the lovely Marguerite's hand.  Straightening himself, he then introduces himself to Miss Reign as "a hopeless vagrant who wandered into the BDSM room one day, and whom Miss Marguerite didn't have the heart to chase out again."  Finally, he perambulates about the party, saying hello to Juicy and Wistful Dreams and anyone else he knows, and introduces himself to anyone he doesn't.